No More lyrics

by

Kyle Richh


[Intro: 3LW & Kyle Richh]
No more, no more, baby
No more (Like, damn)

[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
She my prettiest problem, I hate that she know she the sh*t
f*ck, she want bottles, I brought her like six (Like, damn)
Big black truck for the whip
Like a barber, I'm comin' real trim (Let's go)
She got an ocean within
If I shoot my shot, I don't aim for the rim (Damn, damn, damn)
Get in top of the c*ckpit
Throw a party, it look like a mosh pit (Damn, damn, damn)
It's Slizzy, 41 in the section, it's not a way you could run out of options (Damn, damn, damn)
Like, let's take a trip to the tropics (Like, damn)
Put some bread on my bed, then I give her a— and tell hеr to drop it (Damn, damn, like, damn)

[Verse 1: Chow Lee]
It's somethin' 'bout b*tches sеndin' pus*y
It's somethin' 'bout b*tches that's in tussies
It's somethin' 'bout playin' with a vet, damn, it's somethin' 'bout fallin' for a rookie
Oh, you f*cked my mans? Then I told him to
Oh, you f*cked my mans? Then I told him to
We gon' keep it P, she gon' hold it to us

[Verse 2: Bay Swag & Kyle Richh]
I'ma keep it P, if she suck me good, if she f*ck me good, buy her double C
You know I don't play, I know we just met, we f*ckin' for a week
And you gotta tat my name if you wanted mine and I'm still gon' cheat
Keep her hair down, nails on fleek
They like how my chain swing
Only duckin' straight pain
I been tryna maintain
All this money comin', but I hate fame
Damn, I love a thot b*tch
Patek on me, you don't got this
Hate it when a b*tch just lick on me for money, quickest way to go on block list (Like, damn)
[Chorus: Kyle Richh & Cash Cobain]
She my prettiest problem, I hate that she know she the sh*t
f*ck, she want bottles, I brought her like six (Like, damn)
Big black truck for the whip
Like a barber, I'm comin' real trim (Let's go)
She got an ocean within
If I shoot my shot, I don't aim for the rim (Damn, damn, damn)
Get in top of the c*ckpit
Girl, you know that I love when you ride it
It's Slizzy, 41 in the section
She only want me and she don't got no options
Like, let's take a trip to the tropics (Like, damn)
Put some bread on my bed
Then I gave her a Perc' and I told her to pop it

[Verse 3: Cash Cobain & Kyle Richh]
Woah, make it shake
Ass so fat, she makin' it quake
Woah, she see the look in my face
I did not come here to play, I'm tryna make you a mother today (Like, damn)
Woah, keep windin' it up
Baby, I'm slimer than slug
Hit from the back with my thumb in your butt (Damn, damn, damn)
Like, damn, is you on sexy timin' or what?
Fine sh*t, you know you finer than f*ck
Fine sh*t, you know that I'm one of one (Damn, damn, damn)
Like, damn, I cannot go out like that
I did not know you a ho like that
Like, I ain't know you f*ck with bro like that
Like, damn, I cannot go out like that
I did not know you a ho like that
Like, I ain't know you f*ck with bro like that (Like, damn)
[Chorus: Kyle Richh]
She my prettiest problem, I hate that she know she the sh*t
f*ck, she want bottles, I brought her like six (Like, damn)
Big black truck for the whip
Like a barber, I'm comin' real trim (Let's go)
She got an ocean within
If I shoot my shot, I don't aim for the rim (Damn, damn, damn)
Get in top of the c*ckpit
Throw a party, it look like a mosh pit (Damn, damn, damn)
It's Slizzy, 41 in the section, it's not a way you could run out of options (Damn, damn, damn)
Like, let's take a trip to the tropics (Damn, damn, damn)
Put some bread on my bed, then I give her a— and tell her to drop it (Damn, damn, like, damn)
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