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"No Reason" is a track by Lil Keed, from the album Trapped on Cleveland, released 20th January 2018. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro] I don't tote this strap for no reason We poppin’ this shit, you know? (Cook up‚ Mook) Yeah‚ slime Turn up‚ slimeball (Woo, woo) [Chorus] Suck on that dick, baby‚ eat it (Eat it) I don't tote this strap for no reason (Brrt) Thirty on the bottom of that glizzy (That thirty) Puffin' that gas like a chimney (Uh, ah) I’m comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies, turn up‚ slimeball, what?) Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) I don't tote this strap for no reason (Brrt) Thirty on the bottom of that glizzy (That thirty) Puffin' that gas like a chimney (Uh, ah) I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies, turn up, slimeball, ah) [Verse 1] I don't tote that strap for no reason (Uh-uh) My shoes came straight out of Neimans (You know it) My diamonds, they hittin' and blingin’ (Bling, blaow) My old, she still tryna please me (Brrt, brrt) She call, I let that shit ring (Hang up) Switchin’ them lanes in a Demon (Slime) I'm havin’ squid all season (Woo, yeah) I'm goin' up, up, I'm so high right now (Yeah, right now) That moon rock is on me (It’s on me) Not tryna come down I know I'm 'posed to be signed right about now Thanks for the lookin' out (Thank you, thank you) Stayed down, nigga, ten toes (Ten toes) Get the drop like a demo (Demo) Draco make 'em limbo (Brrt) Beat the pot like I'm Kimbo (Beat it up) So rest in peace to Kimbo (R.I.P.) I'm with OG's, Paul and Jimbo (Paul and Jimbo) Slime in the cut with a four-four (Woo) He'll switch, hit your whole photo (Slatt, slime) But baby (Woo, woo) [Chorus] Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) I don't tote this strap for no reason (Brrt) Thirty on the bottom of that glizzy (That thirty) Puffin' that gas like a chimney (Uh, ah) I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies, turn up, slimeball, what?) Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) I don't tote this strap for no reason (Brrt) Thirty on the bottom of that glizzy (That thirty) Puffin' that gas like a chimney (Uh, ah) I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies, turn up, slimeball, ah) [Verse 2] You thought you was squid? Get hit with the SIG (Bah) You know it's slime biz, you know what it is Get hit with the dick, Montana won't miss (Woo, woo, let's do it) Damn, I came a long way (Long way, long way) They tried to clone me (Uh-uh) She tryna foreplay me and my homies (Slatt, slime) You know we gon' burn up, you know we gon' turn up Get hit with that burner (Bah, bah, bah) And I'm screaming, "Blood life," I'm hangin' with bruh 'nem When Jakes pull up, we run to McDonald's (Let's do it) We stuffin' them grams in a Backwood (Backwood) I doubled back, she was that good (Slatt) And the Ac' make me feel good (Hold up, hold up) Call it the way that I see it (See it) She wanna give me a kiss (Uh-uh) I told her to swallow my kids (Get down) I hope she forgive what we did (Damn, woo) Baby, I am not ordinary (Ordinary) Lie, don't care who tell it (Who tell it) She give me her heart like it's February (Woo, woo) Let's do one [Chorus] Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) I don't tote this strap for no reason (Brrt) Thirty on the bottom of that glizzy (That thirty) Puffin' that gas like a chimney (Uh, ah) I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies, turn up, slimeball, what?) Suck on that dick, baby, eat it (Eat it) I don't tote this strap for no reason (Brrt) Thirty on the bottom of that glizzy (That thirty) Puffin' that gas like a chimney (Uh, ah) I'm comin' straight off of Cleveland (I mean Bleveland) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies) And I got racks in my skinnies (My skinnies)
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