No Lover Boy Lyrics – YTB Fatt
Singer: YTB Fatt
Title: No Lover Boy
Yeah
Uh-huh
Yeah
Yeah
Let’s go
Yeah
She shakin’ #ss while i’m off the casamigo in this club
Saw my braids, she thought i was drake, i’m a pimp, not a lover boy
She say, “fatt, i love you, i’m not your girl, but boy, i’m the runner-up”
Ho ain’t come in the club to do all that sh#t on it, can’t throw twenty k in ones
Uh, b#tch, shake that #ss, show me cheeks and buns
Know your job to shake that #ss, and my job is to throw these ones
Vvs in my chain, know my mouth gold like big pawns
Pockets swole, thirty-thousand in ’em, look like my sh#t got stones
〈.?.〉, n#gg#, caught his #ss, flrrt, that was that fully gun
All this gold i got on me, they think i’m tied with leprechauns
He wanna laugh and joke on live, n#gg#, the street sh#t ain’t no fun
He wasn’t laughin’ when we caught ’em, mp-90, made him run
She say, “boy, you rich as f#ck, i want you to have my son”
b#tch, just jordan sh#t, ’cause you’re nipsey, 〈.?.〉 throw these ones
I’m in the club, makin’ it 〈.?.〉, this sh#t more than fun
I ain’t the only one havin’ sh#t, my n#gg#s got some
I just gave security four hundred dollars, let me sneak in two guns
I’m from west memphis, murder village, n#gg#, i ain’t goin’ for nothin’
I’ma shoot this b#tch so fast, 〈.?.〉 thinkin’ ’bout robbin’ some’
I’m that young n#gg# that always turn nothin’ to somethin’
She shakin’ #ss while i’m off the casamigo in this club
Saw my braids, she thought i was drake, i’m a pimp, not a lover boy
She say, “fatt, i love you, i’m not your girl, but boy, i’m the runner-up”
Ho ain’t come in the club to do all that sh#t on it, can’t throw twenty k in ones
Uh, b#tch, shake that #ss, show me cheeks and buns
Know your job to shake that #ss, and my job is to throw these ones
Vvs in my chain, know my mouth gold like big pawns
Pockets swole, thirty-thousand in ’em, look like my sh#t got stones
She shakin’ #ss while i’m off the casamigo in this club
Saw my braids, she thought i was drake, i’m a pimp, not a lover boy
She say, “fatt, i love you, i’m not your girl, but boy, i’m the runner-up”
Ho ain’t come in the club to do all that sh#t on it, can’t throw twenty k in ones
Uh, b#tch, shake that #ss, show me cheeks and buns
Know your job to shake that #ss, and my job is to throw these ones
Vvs in my chain, know my mouth gold like big pawns
Pockets swole, thirty-thousand in ’em, look like my sh#t got stones
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