paroles de chanson No Love - Mavo

Charged up like a double A
Run up on me, swear to God choppa hit him in the face
Heart forever fucking cold I ain't got no love at all
Run up on me, hit a nigga guarantee I'll make him fall
Down bad inside the trenches C-Ball had to make it out
Twelve keep trying to patrol my trenches had to change my fucking route
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet this choppa bang like Chief Keef album
You talk, you say yes, sir to me, that money will bring you fucking power

Working while I stand on business it's hard for me to feel my toes
Negative 40 degrees in here why the fuck it's so damn cold?
Talking to the demon and an angel it's hard to save my soul
Bae you can put your trust inside lil C-Ball ima let you know
I'm the type to park the car i'm the type to stop the whip
Mavo Cball balling I should've got a scholarship
And these niggas act like they my sons I am not no father figure
Aye I might go to five below put them six below try to fuck with me

Alright, okay
What you gotta say when the choppa to your face
Working every day, drop a ticket in the bank
Twenty dollar eighth, I can sell it but its shake
It ain't no love
It ain't no love
No love
It ain't no love
It ain't no love
It ain't no love
No love
It ain't no love

The same shit a different day I'm starting to feel like this the matrix
And I done ran all out of love, but I can't show nobody hatred
Me and baby girl go crazy, all I need is a little bit of patience
I get higher than a mountain, Everest or Appalachian
Baby girl, you know I love you It be hard for me to say it
It be hard for me to control my anger I can't control my anger
When you slide with fyes when you on that road it get hella dangerous
It ain't no damn love inside these streets see him ima hang him

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Charged up like a double A
Run up on me, swear to God choppa hit him in the face
Heart forever fucking cold I ain't got no love at all
Run up on me, hit a nigga guarantee I'll make him fall
Down bad inside the trenches C-Ball had to make it out
Twelve keep trying to patrol my trenches had to change my fucking route
Bang, bang, skeet, skeet this choppa bang like Chief Keef album
You talk, you say yes, sir to me, that money will bring you fucking power