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Tom G ft Frank Lini - Ain't No Luv (Official video)
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ferhan C
Ferhan C
Songwriter
Gerald K Sheppard
Gerald K Sheppard
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ferhan C
Ferhan C
Producer
MixedbyGWhite
MixedbyGWhite
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

If you lookin' for it, ain't no love here, shed a thug tear Niggas lyin', tellin' stories like they really was there I be that one of one that you can't compare I got a catalog that you niggas can't come near Fuck these niggas talkin' bout, I wake up early Run my route, remember the day I copped a pound Was makin' plays in front the house Was told early as a youth, just to never run My mouth Kicked out but British aunt, let me lay up On the couch I got million dollar schemes, you know I plot for the cake Couple old school Chevys and a spot by the lake Ride so clean, ain't trippin' if I'm stopped by the Jakes These niggas all counterfeit, you know I spot Me a fake Every minute on the hour, gotta get my cheese up God body with the flow, got em' yellin Jesus Talk behind my back, but the day we link they freeze up Coldest nigga breathin', watch what happen When I heat up Ain't no love when you comin' from the beach Same sweatpants, when I hustle for the week Save a hunnid grand if you hustle in these streets Word to my name, you know I gotta keep it G Ain't no love when you comin' from the beach Same sweatpants, when I hustle for the week Save a hunnid grand if you hustle in these streets Words to my name, you know I gotta keep it G I'm your idol, the highest title, Numero uno While crime payin I'm just sayin' That I'm chasin' blue notes Ain't the same speed, I don't go the places you go I'm in the crib chillin', blowin' trees with my boo tho Watch ya girl, cause she tryna kick it like judo Niggas dick ride, but that shit don't make you crew tho Ain't no hand checkin' me, you niggas gettin' too close Only one Jordan, so you gotta play Kukoc I got shit on my mind, I gotta get off my chest I be stuck on the grind, I'm tryin' get me a check Like I was holding bank, you know I came to collect Even my bad days, I still pray for the best Out here, it's a crab in a barrel mentality That shit sad to see, blind to the fact of reality I see the world is yours, blimp, sittin' on the balcony When you make a list, just make sure they after me Ain't no love when you comin' from the beach Same sweatpants, when I hustle for the week Save a hunnid grand if you hustle in these streets Word to my name, you know I gotta keep it G Uh, ain't no love when you comin' from the beach Same sweatpants, when I hustle for the week Save a hunnid grand if you hustle in these streets Word to my name, you know I gotta keep it G I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno I'm your idol, the highest title, numero uno
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