No Reason lyrics

by

Trill Sammy & Dice SoHo


[Hook: Dice Soho]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I run thru that check for no reason
I f*ck on that b*tch for no reason
I blow all this cash for no reason
I run thru that check for no reason
I f*ck on that b*tch for no reason
I blow all this cash for no reason
Oooohhh I tell that b*tch to take her skirt off (take her skirt off)
Oooohhh I f*ck that b*tch and then I skrt off (skrt skrt skrt)
Oooohhh I tell that b*tch to take her skirt off (take her skirt off)
Oooohhh I f*ck that b*tch and then I skrt off (skrt skrt skrt)

[Verse 1: Trill Sammy]
I hopp in the coupe with no license
Ain't none of these b*tches I'm wifeing
We do it again,she bringing her friend
Rotating yo b*tch like recycling
I'm doin' the sh*t that you rap about
We know that you live in a happy house
Crib in LA just to trap it out
I f*ck on yo bae now she tappin' out
Flexin' on em no wrestlin', working hard like a Mexican
Smokin dope like I'm stressin'
Sensin' at the session, all this ice on my necklace
Like to thank the Lord for all of my blessings
No interviews I don't like questions
My pockets too fat no depression
b*tch so bad keep a lot in my collection
[Hook: Dice Soho]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I run thru that check for no reason
I f*ck on that b*tch for no reason
I blow all this cash for no reason
I run thru that check for no reason
I f*ck on that b*tch for no reason
I blow all this cash for no reason
Oooohhh I tell that b*tch to take her skirt off (take her skirt off)
Oooohhh I f*ck that b*tch and then I skrt off (skrt skrt skrt)
Oooohhh I tell that b*tch to take her skirt off (take her skirt off)
Oooohhh I f*ck that b*tch and then I skrt off (skrt skrt skrt)

[Verse 2: Dice SoHo]
She don't wan f*ck for no reason
But I know that b*tch teasin'
She see I'm all now she reachin'
She try to bless me like I'm sneezin'
When I'm in Colombia
I just be chillin and living life like I'm Pablo
My pockets yea they are Wells Fargo
My lambo got wings just like cardo
All of this ice got me freezin'
My n*ggas gon ball every season
I spend all this Guap for no reason
You try to rob me then I'm squeezin'
Yea had to go cop me a Rolex, like a cross I'm holy
Old b*tches calling my phone
I swear they get blown like a doley
[Hook: Dice Soho]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
I run thru that check for no reason
I f*ck on that b*tch for no reason
I blow all this cash for no reason
I run thru that check for no reason
I f*ck on that b*tch for no reason
I blow all this cash for no reason
Oooohhh I tell that b*tch to take her skirt off (take her skirt off)
Oooohhh I f*ck that b*tch and then I skrt off (skrt skrt skrt)
Oooohhh I tell that b*tch to take her skirt off (take her skirt off)
Oooohhh I f*ck that b*tch and then I skrt off (skrt skrt skrt)
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