No L's歌词

作词 : Christopher Smith Jr./Craig Xavier Brockman/Kalon Berry/Lee Hatim/Melissa Elliott/Michael Neil
作曲 : Christopher Smith Jr./Craig Xavier Brockman/Kalon Berry/Lee Hatim/Melissa Elliott/Michael Neil
Knock, knock, knock
Loud knockin'
Good weed knockin' at your door
****, ****, ****, and you know we ****ed up
She was there, pull up, you know we gonna fcuk
Oh, shit, she wanna coop up
No weak shit
Friday, ****, Friday night (Friday night)
Droppin' hottie, **** (Hottie ****)
Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuffed on my mind (Stuffed on my mind)
Huh
These girls say, "Smino, don't you know Friday your day?"
I told her, "I'm up on Venus now, girl, I'm outta your space"
And I know we face to face but I'm outta my body today
A nigga done worked so hard, I ain't even notice some games
My only goal, get everything I want, then give it away
Cheesesteak, sweet steak, plant Caesar, girl, we just doin' this shit for the babes
Plеase s'cuse, that's what all this passion in me, got my drillin' and shakin'
You arе not set in stone, all that shit that you wrote wrote in
pencil and crayon (Crayon)
I'm Crayola, get—, I'm goin' Crayola, get higher, say Hova
Get my fam', go safe from the seance
My beautiful angel, my beautiful angel's my Beyoncé, ah
Ave Maria, agave tequila, my mind in the steamer, my brain a museum
Don't got what you see, I'm connected like see-am (seams) cards that they dealt made a king out of him
Friday, ****, Friday night (Friday night)
Droppin' hottie, **** (Hottie ****)
Ain't got no license (Ain't got no lice')
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuffed on my mind (Stuffed on my mind)
Friday, ****, Friday night
Droppin' hottie, ****
Ain't got no license
I got all this stuff (All this stuff)
Stuffed on my mind
One, two, three, four, fifth cup in
My amigo done brought the Casamigos to the party
Send hoes on my side, I been havin' these hoes on they toes like Crocs
I ran up the pot, what's the Crock? but the sauce in the stew and this bitch breathin' fire (Yeah-yeah)
Caucasian driver, no top, gray pop, but the spice on that Bentley outside (Horses)
The goal wasn't guap, it was makin' more opportunities and opps
Fortunate fortitude, we got some more to do, overtake me and my rides
I really feel more community than comp', 'Round here, we got motion
My bitch ride around to Frank Ocean (These bitches want Nikes)
My bro ride around with explosions (Boomboomboomboom)
I'm feelin' the spirit, the ghost
I can't be a mirror of somethin', that dog on the street that I go through
Sometimes, you gotta move when the spirit say so
Okay, hoe, say I'm on Quavo, been that fifth, they feel like J-Lo
Just wanna lay low
Just wanna lay low, sometimes
Sometimes I find that I'm just complainin'-plainin'
Sometimes I find the time to get wasted, sometimes
(Mmm)
(Hurt me soul)编辑于2022/11/23更新