No Dubs Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

It's King

I don't want no dub

A dub is a woman who can't get love from me

Hanging out the passenger side of her best friend's ride

Tryna see what's up with me

Shawty you ain't fucking with a scrub

A scrub is a nigga who ain't got shit on me

Said what I said, imma stand on that

Three dots on my phone, she thinking of a comeback

"Why ?"

Cause I hit her that "you ain't really on shit" !

Baby you not a boss bitch if you don't own shit

It's more to life than shaking ass and getting good dick

I give you credit, you look like you got it on the gram

I know life ain't bout the money but it's in demand

It's the fact that I make hits and yea I'm bound to make it

Know you want me in you now but girl I'm tryna pace it

Cause we slow shit down

On my side of town

Sipping on "mary-go-round"

Waiting for you to come down

Girl you shut shit down

On yo side of town

Twenty-one, order your rounds

Then come home and last these rounds

I don't want no dub

A dub is a woman who can't get love from me

Hanging out the passenger side of her best friend's ride

Tryna see what's up with me

Shawty you ain't fucking with a scrub

A scrub is a nigga who ain't got shit on me

Said what I said, imma stand on that

Three dots on my phone, she thinking of a comeback

Girl your pockets gotta be just as deep your throat

In other words….

"No puedo hablar con na-die que se pelado"

Did you get it ?

Say she different but she still acting entitled

She shooting at me but her scope not attached to the rifle

I gotta duck her, she not worthy of having a title

Don't even stream me but got premium access to Tidal

And beefing with bitches who use Kardashians as idols

And she ran to another nigga after I denied her

Now she looking all surprised, cause I gotta new chick and she on some true shit

She'll really slide if I ever said go

She'll keep it silent if I ever gave the code

And her pockets is as deep her throat

That bitty bitch got blue hunnids to blow up

Uhhhh

Mhmmm

Mhmmm

I don't want no dub

Shawty you ain't fucking with a scrub

Girl we slow shit down

On my side of town

Twenty-one, order your rounds

Then come home and last these rounds

(Last these rounds)

(Houston we have a problem)