Текст песни No Feelings - MO3

You heard me talking, baby
(Talking babe)
This is what I told you
Aye lil momma, lemme holla at you though on some real street shit
Come fuck with a gangsta′s life
Bridge l

Let's keep it gangsta for one night
Anytime that I need it or we creepin′ off
(When we creepin' off)
My bitch complaining, I know what she need
(What she need)
Give her this dick when I be stroking going deep, yeah
Mo3: Verse 1
It ain't no rush
That seat on the car, got her ducking
When she eat that dick up, she spit it all on me, yeah
Pick on that 40,
I walk thru the party like fuck it, I′ll eat in the corner (I do)
And she let me record it
Whenever she suck it, it had put me up in a coma
I tell her nigga to stop it, he buggin′
He heard I'm crushin′
(I said that I wasn't)
Keep it G to a certain extent
If he talk out his neck, he get hit with a hunnit′
(Hold up, wait)
Extended clip, when I jump out the whip
On my hip, you can see that I'm clutching (POW!)
She tell all her friends I be thuggin′
Call her a bitch when that dick in her stomach
Oooh, she be runnin'
Mo3: Chorus
Now, I wanna fuck
Fuck making love, it ain't no feelings
We so wrong, so wrong, so wrong
You can tell when I pull up and walk thru the business
It′s sold all day long
Mo3: Verse 2
She love when I look in her eyes
(Hold on, wait)
But this ain′t the feeling when you making love
I just tell her to jump in my ride
(Hold up, wait)
I put that dick in her spine
I bet when I'm done, I won′t call her one time
Her other nigga, he keep calling my line
Cuz I'm fucking his, now he fucking mine
To me, they just hoes (yeah)
We fucking both (yeah)
We gettin′ money, so let's make a toast (real)
I keep a hunnit′ on me on the road (I do)
That pussy get wet on ya, I need to float
The pussy gettin' wetter, I need a boat
Bitch, I got power, ain't talking ghosts
I do the most
Ten minutes of shame on me
Still ridin′ with the thang on me
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Mo3: Chorus
I wanna fuck
Fuck making love, it ain′t no feelings
We so wrong, so wrong, so wrong
You can tell when I pull up and walk thru the business
It's sold all day long
Mo3: Chorus
I wanna fuck
Fuck making love, it ain′t no feelings
We so wrong, so wrong, so wrong
You can tell when I pull up and walk thru the business
It's sold all day long