Patron B.A - No Heart(Remix) lyrics

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Patron B.A - No Heart(Remix) lyrics

[Hook] Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these n***as cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these n***as p**y and I'm hard I turn that f**in' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon [Verse 1: Future] Whippin' the yam, whippin and flippin' the yam Turn the whole brick to a Lam Re-rockin' the dope, soon as it get off the boat Keepin' it soft like a mink Gold on my link, coke in the sink Choppin' that work like karate Servin' a new Maserati, in a brand new Maserati That's a whole lot of new money Snatch it, then hide it from the 12 Movin' them squares and them bales Servin' the rawest of yayo Beating that china like Kunta Kinte Whippin' it, whippin' that fish and Parkay Drinkin' on syrup, I'm rollin' up haze Made myself a boss, a boss and a plug Either way you put it, n***a, I'm good Triple salute, n***a, straight out the hood Bakin' soda water splash the scales Fork in my right and my pot in my left Leanin' all the way over to the side I whip me a four way to a nine The dirty, the money is homicide And my recipe can't be televised [Hook] Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these n***as cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these n***as p**y and I'm hard I turn that f**in' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I'm prayin' to my Glock and my carbon [Verse 2: Drake] Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny Find a n***a like me, truth be told, I don't know many I say shout my driver Lauren, that 62 with curtains Can't see sh**, I don't know where the f** I'm at for certain When it boils down, I'm just a T.O. n***a But b**hes tell me that I look just like a creole n***a New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town Shout out my n***a Tez, that's my brother my round Spending tomorrows money, I call it mañana Off the rack just ain't my style, I call it designer One of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna ... But that's cause her name is Rihanna! I'm in the condo just posting watching Miami k** I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled Smoking bull riders, sh** moving slow as a ballad Tattoo on your a**, it'd be nice if you show me I'm buying b**hes furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi I've got the right to do it, it's only right to do it Love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it [Hook] Young Savage, why you trappin' so hard? Why these n***as cappin' so hard? Why you got a 12 car garage? Why you pullin' all these rappers' cards? 'Cause these n***as p**y and I'm hard I turn that f**in' soft into some hard I grew up in the streets without no heart I grew up in the streets without no heart [Outro] So much dope that it broke the scale They say crack k**s, n***a my crack sells My brother in the kitchen and he wrappin' a bale Louis V my bag and Louis V on my belt [Outro 2] Patron in the zone boy

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