Nomore love songs ft. WhyThree Lyrics

I'm in the yams on the strip

She gon dance on the dick

Richard Mille on my wrist

She got her lips done

But I don't want a kiss

And she puerto rican

But she look mixed

And she got that s**t on

Right now good fit

And I'm kind of lit right now

I'm trying to hit

And my chain hittin in the spot

I'm kinda different

Yeah pull up on the gang

I'm going to send a lyft

And I had the credit cards

Doing flips

Free Charlie Rock

He doing twenty six

And I had my nigga

Fucking on your bitch

All my brothers blood

I don't do friends

And Im from New York

But I don't do timbs

And I got the wood stick cardy lens

And I had the lanvin cardigan

Ziggy

It's Whythree aka fisherman key

Gotta bad bitch she work for

Postal blue box key

And she got them zips

I ain't talking about no weed

Made a hundred K off a grub

On my telly

Two for one showing

Love to you heathens

Running in them spots

I'm the one you should believe in

Diamonds dancing on my neck

Cause I got a check

Scotty keep going against the grain

I'm like alright bet

Ap all I know is Ap

Shorty super bad she goin crazy

And she gave me head

That shit amazed me

She just look up from her knees

Like she crazy

In Miami

I'm a bring it home

For the scammers

Whole city getting lit

It's money when you hear me

Whole city whole city

Whole city gettin lit

Bad act baddie yeah

I got a bad bitch

It's Key