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No Reason Version 2

A hunnid years from now we gon' all be dead, all be dead
All be dead, so tonight, bitch, I might as well get head
A hunnid years from now, we gon' all be dead, all be dead (boom)
So, tonight, I might as well get head

Don't ask about my daughter, don't ask about my family
Don't ask about the manners, don't ask about the Don't ask about the money, don't ask me how my [?] is
Don't ask about a debt, like you finna help
Nigga, f*** you and yourself, I can tell it wasn't a deal
All positive vibes, hashtag f*** a bitch, God want it, want it back (click, boom)
[?] ridin' through Calabasas, lookin' up the [?] with the ass
Never good I know, bitch kinda want a man
More stuntin', why you niggas always mad? (ayo)
Apologize to Pablo, apologize to Pablo, apologize to Pablo
Wild ni*** from the south, ayy, south, southside of Chicago, ugh (perfect)
Them niggas, that's ni***, that ni***, tell me I'm that ni***, ugh (perfect)
Them niggas, that's that, that ni***, tell me I'm that ni***, ugh (you)
[?] gonna getcha, uh (you)
One day, karma gon' getcha, uh (you)
I'm gonna [?] and I been sittin', uh (click, boom)
Waitin' here, sittin' with the .45
I [?] with the low life
I been waitin' for this shit my whole life
I been on a [?] with your Go-Ride

Hunnid years, though, we gon' all be dead, all be dead
All be dead, so tonight, I might as well get head

I got a tan line, I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin', but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don't f***, I'm gonna tell you how to f*** her

Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-yeah)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me (oh-oh-oh-oh)

Lil' mama gon' suck me up, hell no, 'cause we're on your season (oh-oh)
Now I got shawty on my (haha)
Yeah, I left her for no reason
Leon DeChino gon' f*** on your bitch
I just don't remember nothing when I wake
I just put forty-thousand on my wrist
I just be like I'm a man on a mission
Eighty on, motherfuc***, ayy
I remember back in endless summer, ayy
It was 2012 while we in the summer
Yeah, when I lease that shit, don't matter

Got a tan line, I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin', but I find you in the gutter (oh-oh)
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don't f***, I'm gonna tell you how to f*** her

Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street (oh-oh-oh)
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me

And you talkin' that shit for no reason (and you talkin' that shit)
When you know you comin' home this evenin' (when you know you comin' home)
Why you wanna come and play with my emotions?
When you know you should be going through the motions
We don't got no time to waste, whoa-oa-oa
This is not the time or place, oh-oh-ohhh
This the shit that make you wanna wow (wow, wow)
And I really think I'm on that king shit
Make you wanna bow down (bow down)
Ooh, I'm feelin' like I lost it now
Got me runnin' like a faucet now
Tell 'em there's a new boss in town
Girl, I'm feelin' like I'm lost and found
'Cause I'm so up and down
'Cause I'm so up and down
So up and down

Got a tan line, I wear my fuckin' Rollie so much
Lil' bitch, you think you somethin', but I find you in the gutter
Kinda want it, bought it with the money, oh look
Which girl you don't f***, I'm gonna tell you how to f*** her

Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me
Count a hunnid bands, watch it swerve on the street
Count a hunnid bands, will I know? No, not me

Hey, ohh-ohh, oh, yeah
Hey, ohh-ohh, oh, yeah
Anyone got a problem with me?
You the same one that doubted me
We done came up, don't matter to me
You the same one that doubted me