No Pain Lyrics

I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch

And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might fuck 'til the sun up

What up, what up

Let's go turn up with syrup

And whip the whip around the lot 'til it mo' fuckin' burn up

Bitch we speed to the re-up

Take that back home and we T-up

I never knew if I'd meet her

But I'll take her soul If I see her

I been way too alone

Way too inside of my dome

Way too sick, I need a telephone

The doctor don't know what go on

Hella bows, hella load

Hella diamonds and gold

Hella bitches on my phone, I had to tell them all to go home

Hella whoa, hella yeah

Boy if you know then you know

Yeah, I love my bro, I love the hoes

I love the money and shows

Fuck I want more

Free up the bro

Pick up the re-up and see how it go

Never done X I feel like it's for hoes

I'd rather get mellow and talk to the floor

I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch

And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might fuck 'til the sun up

Whip, whip, whip, whip, whip the

Bitch we speed to the re-up

Take that back home then we T-up

And I'll take her soul if I see her

I'm back at it, that's a hit

Never even gave a shit

I'll never go faster after this

Might slide right back to it after this

And all my niggas really know pain

Never made a quicker buck since cocaine

I don't think I'm ever gonna fuckin' change

And I don't think I'm ever gettin rid of pain

Oh god, I need a mo' fuckin' sign

I need a vibe who gon' fuck and stay quiet

I know that bitch feelin' dumb when we fight

I knew her but when she left me she died, damn

Shoulda stayed by my side

Shoulda went and kept on feedin' lies

Damn, this ain't no surprise

I think I'm best friends with the sky

I keep starin'

I can't stop it

Promise I'm toxic, the diamonds on me nauseous

I'm rolling with emotions

God I feel the motion

Rolling, goin' up

Fuckin' with the

I put my thumb in her bum, I ain't even take her for lunch

And this bitch got to tell me stop or I might fuck 'til the sun up

What up, what up

Let's go turn up with syrup

And whip the whip around the lot 'til it mo' fuckin' burn up

Bitch we speed to the re-up

Take that back home and we T-up

I never knew if I'd meet her

But I'll take her soul If I see her

I been way too alone

Way too inside of my dome

Way too sick, I need a telephone

The doctor don't know what go on

Hella bows, hella load

Hella diamonds and gold

Hella bitches on my phone, I had to tell them all to go home

Hella whoa, hella yeah

Boy if you know then you know

Yeah, I love my bro, I love the hoes

I love the money and shows