No Romance

Are you gonna leave, say that you're gonna leave Ayy, yeah She just wanna listen to slow jams Wana lock with a thug wana holdhands Baby, I ain't doin' no romance I wanted to keep you around for a bit But you couldn't stick to the program I'm really turnt and im having this shit Why the f*ck would I trip bout a ho man Ayy, ayy, yeah I hope you get what you need I hope you find who you love Cause baby, it probably ain't me I gotta slide through the city with fire you're asking me why I need it One of these niggas get caught out of bounds Play dead, he gettin' a T You posted up with a nigga, I'm taking it personal Feel like you flexin' on me Ayy, you wild if you thinkin' I'm finna compete Bitch, how can you think that he fuckin' with me quagen got me trippin', startin' shit with bitches For no reason I ain't in the mood for nun but gettin' some mun Don't give a damn if you leave And I'm bringin' back P, hold up They wont hear nothin' bout what we doin Love how I do it, you runnin' to me You want a nigga that's private and silent But really you love when I speak I wanna fill you up when I'm inside it You making me bust on the sheets Ayy, yeah She just wanna listen to slow jams Wana lock with a thug wana hold hands Baby, I ain't doin' no romance I wanted to keep you around for a bit But you couldn't stick to the program I'm really turnt, and I'm havin' this shit Why the f*ck would I trip bout a ho man Ayy, yeah I hope you get what you need I hope you find who you love Cause baby, it probably ain't me I gotta slide through the city with fire You're asking me why I need it One of these niggas get caught out of bounds Play dead, he gettin' a T One man, six month talkin' stage Another man, first night link Told you this shit get deep Boy, this shit get wicked Try to tell these niggas get money first They chasin' bitches I'm the type of nigga get what I want When I want bitch, who you kiddin' I pay the ticket God be my witness You got it then it ain't trickin I got it, you know I'm givin You thought you had all the rights to the bitch how you ain't know you rentin Im never hurt bout a ho I could fit like four inside this whip On God Ayy, yeah She just wanna listen to slow jams Wana lock with a thug wana hold hands Baby, I ain't doin' no romance I wanted to keep you around for a bit But you couldn't stay to the program I'm really turnt, and I'm havin' this shit Why the f*ck would I trip about a ho, man Ayy, yeah I hope you get what you need I hope you find who you love Cause baby, it probably ain't me I gotta slide through the city with fire You askin' me why I need it One of these niggas get caught out of bounds Play dead, he gettin' a T