Lil Durk – No Label | Lyrics Video

Lyrics “No Label” – Lil Durk

It’s so crazy ’cause I made this song off another n**ga feelings
Know what I’m sayin’, what he going through with his b**ch
Know what I’m sayin’, he actually one of my dogs
Know what I’m sayin’, so, here you go

We ain’t talk in a minute, so don’t hit me up
And I mix my feelings with prescription drugs

When I fell to my knees, you ain’t pick me up
When I was down on my back, you said I ain’t rich enough
And we ain’t talk about no sex ’cause you ain’t get it up
And I don’t want you to suck my d**k ’cause you ain’t spit enough
You an ungrateful lil’ b**ch, said I ain’t spend enough
You told me you want your ass shots ’cause you ain’t thick enough

I’m in the trenches with the sharks, I ain’t have a heart
Some nights I ain’t wanna talk, I left you in the dark
You was lurkin’ on my page, you became a narc’
You was writing b**ches back, that s**t went too far
And I carried you on my back like I ain’t have a car
You was kinda mad I hang with murderers
B**ch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star
Instagram famous, but you not a star

B**ch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you
While them other n**gas tried to play you
B**ch, you ungrateful, b**ch, you ungrateful, b**ch, you un—
I ain’t want a label, I ain’t want a label
I ain’t tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
I don’t want a label

You steady throwin’ your p**sy, but I don’t want none
I got a wife, so after me you gotta f**k Von
Then Ikey, then Booka, then it’s more fun
I kick her out slick as hell, tell her, Store run
I know a couple divas, that’s still a secret
The b**ches I made eat it, you would not believe it
This s**t was never easy, I move strategic
Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome

Back to back, f**kin’ back to back, off the perky
Back to back, told her all them lies, I was perfect
Always tryna run the streets deep, I was thirsty
Gotta watch my back, a lot of n**gas tryna hurt me
That’s why I keep my .50 and my .30 versuri.online
N**gas ain’t on s**t, they washed up, detergent
Big Backwood, sat back and burned it
I’m better, hot like a furnace, yeah

B**ch, I made you, took you out the hood and I saved you
While them other n**gas tried to play you
B**ch, you ungrateful, b**ch, you ungrateful, b**ch, you un—
I ain’t want a label, I ain’t want a label
I ain’t tryna be your friend, or your man, or your husband
I don’t want a label…

➤ Written by Lil Durk
Produced by DY Krazy
Lil Durk 2019

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