No Label Lyrics
DY Krazy
Ayy, it`s so crazy
`Cause I made this song off another nigga feelingsKnow what I`m sayin`?
What he going through with his bitch
Know what I`m sayin`?
He actually one of my dogs
Know what I`m sayin`?
So, here you go
We ain`t talk in a minute, so don`t hit me up
And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs
When I fell to my knees, you ain`t pick me up
When I was down on my back
you said I ain`t rich enough
And we ain`t talk about no sex
`Cause you ain`t get it up
And I don`t want you to suck my dick
`Cause you ain`t spit enough
You an ungrateful lil` bitch, said I ain`t spend enough
You told me you want your ass shots
`Cause you ain`t thick enough
I`m in the trenches with the sharks
I ain`t have a heart
Some nights I ain`t wanna talk
I left you in the dark
You was lurkin` on my page, you became a narc`
You was writing bitches back, that shit went too far
And I carried you on my back like I ain`t have a car
You was kinda mad I hang with murderers
Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star
(Instagram famous, but you not a star)
Bitch, I made you
Took you out the hood and I saved you
While them other niggas tried to play you
Bitch, you ungrateful,
Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you u
I ain`t want a label
I ain`t want a label
I ain`t tryna be your friend
Or your man, or your husband
I don`t want a label
You steady throwin` your pussy
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but I don`t want none
I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck Von
Then Ikey, then Booka, then it`s more fun
I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, Store run
I know a couple divas, that`s still a secret
The bitches I made eat it
You would not believe it
This shit was never easy
I move strategic
Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome
Back to back, fuckin` back to back, off the perky
Back to back, told her all them lies
I was perfect
Always tryna run the streets deep
I was thirsty
Gotta watch my back, a lot of niggas tryna hurt me
That`s why I keep my .50 and my .30
Niggas ain`t on shit, they washed up, detergent
Big Backwood, sat back and burned it
I`m better, hot like a furnace, yeah
Bitch, I made you
Took you out the hood and I saved you
While them other niggas tried to play you
Bitch, you ungrateful,
Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you un
I ain`t want a label
I ain`t want a label
I ain`t tryna be your friend
Or your man, or your husband
I don`t want a label
