Never Gon' Make It / Don't Want Ur Luv ft. Joseph Torres Lyrics

Go, go, bitch, I'm on, keep my feet right on the floor

Gas, pedals, all I know, I'm never stoppin', that's for sure

Go, go, bitch, I'm on, keep my feet right on the floor

Gas, pedals, all I know, I'm never stoppin', that's for sure

I'm still ridin' with the demons, yeah, I'm ridin' with the same ones

Yeah I'm still ridin' on my own, roll up, roll up, lonely stoner

Ain't pick up the phone in a minute, always wanna talk about the business

But it don't make sense I don't pay no mind, I just forget it

Want a photo with me, almost at the end, okay

Got me cuttin' in this bitch like rode rage, 5% on the tint like faux face

Why they wanna show me love when that shit fake? I can see it in your eyes that you two-faced

Shooting rounds out the K and they keep spraying, I'm in love with my chop free Tay-Kay

Got me stuck in this bitch tryna make change, gotta zipper on my face like Baithing Ape

I don't fuck with nothin' that don't give me cake, hope you feel me my brothers on the same page

You might think that we the same, we are not the same I can see it in your face, I can see in your face

That you fake fake

Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah

Go, go, bitch, I'm on, keep my feet right on the floor

Gas, pedals, all I know, I'm never stoppin', that's for sure

Go, go, bitch, I'm on, keep my feet right on the floor

Gas, pedals, all I know, I'm never stoppin', that's for sure

Going and I'm never gonna make it back, runnin' 2.5, latissimus like Nickelback

Chase me in a game, you ain't gonna tag, kinda runnin' like Lamar, but not quarterback

Goin' up, ain't askin' where the demons at, ridin' rodeo she askin' where my penis at

I don't care if you is up, you ain't gotta brag, dirty ass bitch from the sea got hella crabs

And I'm goin' to the show and pourin' potions all in my mouth

Cash is loaded, system's sober, whip is lowered right to the ground

Belly bloated, golden toted, I've been coatin' all of my doubts

I just folded all my clothes in pouring the bleach right in her mouth, uh

Ain't the same way, we just maintain, all the thoughts in the brain where the mainframe

This the chain gang, with the hair braids, I just wanna be the one that went mainstream

I've been carefree, with the magic, givin' out like a fairy

Even if the team is losing I still carry, born like a regular, but I'm a rare breed

It's been scary, or in other words, it's been frightening

I'm not writin' this shit, I've been typin' it

Bitch been dykin' it, while I Mike Tyson it

You just been hypin' up all of the losers

The work you've been seein', is hidden in bloopers

Runnin' on go through the storms like we troopers

Flyin' and goin' like man without super

Go, go, bitch, I'm on, keep my feet right on the floor

Gas, pedals, all I know, I'm never stoppin', that's for sure

Go, go, bitch, I'm on, keep my feet right on the floor

Gas, pedals, all I know, I'm never stoppin', that's for sure

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want no drama, don't want no problems

I'm movin' and stayin' cautious

I'm focused on my deposits

I'm focused on all my commas

She focused on trending topics

I'm tryna get in her, ooh

She tryna get in my pockets

Like, oh, hell no, bitch, I'm grown

I've been through this shit before

And I won't do it anymore

Pick myself up from the floor

Call me captain of the ship

She get it wet and hit the floor

And she know all of my songs

We smoke a bowl and sing along

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love for all the secrets

I know I'll walk out for many reasons

You and your homegirls, yeah, y'all be geekin

Sit back and relax, the seat is heated

And it's all my other hoe, she a benchwarmer you just a pick and roll

She hit my brother, oh, she for the streets, so typical

Y'all really want everybody integer

Passed around, nobody hittin' her

Praying the dick is not being spiritual

Ya'll ain't twinning, y'all looking similar

Buss down, neck is Siberia

Ain't that your desire

Why you been tweaking about fucking too much

I've been feeling lately like I was Quagmire

Umpire, she would go on strike

Sucking dick under city lights

Your coach bag is a heavy price

Ain't no angel, you the antichrist

Communication with no hesitation

She would suck in parks, no recreation

She need reservation for the hella days

That she going on with nobody waiting

Like a Mali surfer, I was born to work her

I be top down, cruising around the border

Don't want your love, you be hella worthless

Better off waiting for Christ to return, uh

I don't want your love, no, you can keep that

I don't want your love

No, you can keep that

I don't want your love

No, you can keep that

I don't want your love

No, you can keep that

No, you can keep that

I don't want your love

No, you can keep that

I don't want your love

No, you can keep that

I don't want your love

No, you can keep that