No Love Lyrics & Tabs by Lloyd Banks
No Love
guitar chords lyrics
Hand full of haters
Know wen I stop em survivor of close calls though im feelin like deaths knockin
Insides numb
Thank god for music my heads rockin
Wasn't for that id be lost now racen against the clock
An I can see it in your smile you dont mean it, livin foul is your secret
Want me down on the cement
talent found I'mma keep it
Keepin my head above the water
Lifes a bitch beggin but I got nothin for her
Slaughter, bitches outta order from my ora
I need my angel to come when I call her
and save the baller
Rock sporter
gimme floor space, I'mma need a stupid flip
and save the baller
Rock sporter
gimme floor space, I'mma need a stupid flip
Theres money cars bitches n jewels to get, lets do this shitt
Look how my music hits, I got that loud on
Sour diesel in a cloud gone
Heart crosses for body losses
Stay in a better place probably bosses w ferrari horses
Im just as nice as anyone that wore the crown
Livin my dream keep wat u think, dont spoil it now
I can sense the hate before the frown
Droppin all em bricks off toilet bound n watered down
I got the anger to set it off ya feather soft
In and out the b tracks intercourse through metaphors
she get across I met her jaws
5 star flaws n better tours n chedda toss
My work bodies like a shotti let off in the party
Pardon my partner he pumped and ready to hurt somebody
You send ya bitch to line me yu gon lose ya bonnie
He no/know rude awakening yu find me w the ruger round me
R.I.P my nigga ima see ya wen I see ya
Im holdin it down here n niggas still tryna be ya but
But theyll never be another crew like us
Bottles in the air gettin high all I do is crush
And till the day I'm dust
Theyll be no love
No love
No love
They ain't no more left
Damn pops I miss yu ill see you wen I get there
Wish I can tell u yu were right kuz u ain't missin shit here
Fans turned on me never thought itd be this weird
Guess they thought I wouldn't keep up look how I switch gears
Swung the last ten I'mma kill em the next 6 years
Tryna block the pain w the liquor my nigga sick scared
salute w the choppuh
Remember us young boys too loose of the vodka
Smokin like I smoke now, now its part of my intro
Same shit that we used to brush offs hard on my mental
Beast mode they led me to snap target my pencil
They been borrowin a while now, countin the years I lent you
I got the block poppin,
big ass rock coppin
G throwin and top droppin
, jus know wen the cops watchen
These niggas will not stop him, struggle to find a way
From birds eye jockin im puffin a dime a day
