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NO GIMMICKS lyrics

Performer LOSIANO

NO GIMMICKS song lyrics by LOSIANO official

NO GIMMICKS is a song in English

You're better, maybe not by a lot, but a little
You're the patron saint of the totally fucked
You're completely toxic. There's nothing you can't kill
You're the fucking violator

See, I'm a G to the R and D to get a few grand
Supplying the man the way that I'm supplied
They claim that I'm the man, plus the jams
If my fam ain't the shit, then who is

Legal money, this the new biz
Tighten up, loose ends, getting my buzz
Can't lose end, cause there's no way we can lose in the end
Making any move, I'm in

While you and your crew lose and pretend
We raising stakes
Califorms
Praise my state

Went up the battle form
Platinum platforms
Y'all just torn it in a row
Platforms

Front row at the show, cause I know they got
Platforms
Spitting nams cause the gingivitis done a disease in
Platforms

Man, my degree, more knowledge, thousand pack dorms
I know I'm the best
I rep respect
Bet to the weck

Lock bets to the checks
Sign language for the deaf
Ride niggas that met with their quads
Kept my shit deep

You gotta see depths
I gotta delete each threat
You never see the beat
You need steps

I take at the mountaintop
Astounding props
Got me counting guap on clothing lines
Fuck with my outfit

Cops
We in the clouds getting lost
So blend this sauce
Once you befriend the boss

We toss the cost
The strippers
Run all they cloths off
Penthouses in the toss loft

I smoke ill with eggs and get it, man
We running with no legs
Lieutenant Dan
Salaries increasing hourly

Use a minute, man
Can't begin to understand the business plan
Get the picture, fam
No Instagram

With them Instagrams
So I just paid expensive grams
Different scams
Man, flipping on cam

We gymnasts and close friends with chemists
Skip gimmicks
This the shit that fake niggas mimic
Talking about they got more bows than Riddick

This they critics
It's crickets
How I spit it
Return the cinder if they don't get it

I know I said it
Close to sickest
I'ma stick with bowling
Cricket

I meant it
Y'all want to be fresh as the mitt gets
I'm investing increments to get a mitt
Now I'm innocent

But my innocence will have us innocent
On a sicker ship
From my temperament
Dependent upon where my temper went

I'm talented
Ten percent
Renaissance
Uplift your conscience

Spiritual gift
And the cock is global
Church boards
White pieces

Glad that they caught us
Had to promise some things
To get my second queen
Everything

My first wedding ring
Steady team
Bangin'
Makin'

Chevy's lean
Heavy greens
Deli beans
I'm ahead of they schemes

For the bread and cream
A dead and dreaded regime
So they fled the scene
Cause we'll forever sting

Like a zillion leaven streams
Of magma
Battlestar Galactica
You won't be able to drop me

With some roger that could zap you
That'll be the end of your chapter
They gon' be asking
They gon' be asking

They gon' be asking
They gon' be asking
They gon' be asking
They gon' be asking

They gon' be asking
Girl like
Man what happened to Cuss
Listen

I started a league
Events and all
Artists for free
Battles to see

Who the hardest would feast
Bars who the smartest would tease
I'm the champ
I guess it's my ass fault

That I'm just part of the streets
Off my arts
I'mma eat
While y'all just park under trees

Play my part with the leaves
While you try to power up
I'm already a altered beast
Y'all know what I offer the peeps

To get my dogs off the leash
The beat
Dog walk
Y'all just leash

The beat
The beat
Dog walk
Y'all just leash

Dog walk
Y'all just leash
My shit's raw
Like with dope smugglers

Ex-Greek
I just cheat
What you hope they pay you next week
Niggas be saying the worst shit on the best beats

While y'all hungry
We just eat
Best believe
We going for seconds and thirds

From measuring herbs
To paddling birds
Collecting from my men
Expressing with words

Bored to death with these herbs
Are they just gon' forever serve
How they either hustle or struggling
Every verb

This is tenses
My rhymes is like
Romana
You're wearing the fan

And it's disastrous
My rhymes is like
Romana
You're wearing the fan

And it's disastrous
Exactly what you never heard
Y'all just be lying
But my prayer to lands a better herd

Let's get it straight
We ahead of the curve
Down to the earth like a curve
Get me perturbed

We gon' skin you with a potato peeler
Just to get on your nerves
We can serve the latest flirts
Maids and waiters

Caterers reserved
With maids as we've merged
Many favors be served
Gotta be greater

Cause we serve dope from our hearts
And them souls
Mores than some art
We just eat

Best believe
My shit's raw
Like with dope smugglers
Ex-Greek

but I take a part of the gold
Had it in the start of my gold
Now I swear
I'm controlled sum of gold

L-O-S-I-A-N-O
Y'all know
I know nigga
Yeah
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No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: CARLOS FOSTER
Copyright: O/B/O DistroKid

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