No More Questions Lyrics by A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie
It was good if you ask me
Think about what I’m finna say now
We’ve been going through this every day now
What’s good with you?
I still remember being in the hood with you
Money got these *** on my Johnson so badly
They tried to spin me and Kelly, got bumpy like acne
I got a lot of power, much more
I wanted more than I deserved, I
Picked you up and dropped you off like a crib slide
You show me the best of you with your third eye
Never around love
You made the hairs on my body stick up like I was out far for
DTB, these *** ain’t loyal, cannot vouch for
You wasn’t with me when I slept on the couch, now
In my city, they treat me like Gilly in Philly
If I give you game, it’s gon’ be worth like a billy
Give a *** my heart, she let it go on the river
It’s a whole nother story, this ain’t Bobby and Whitney
I got a whole lotta money, you could spend it on me
Smack the soul outta ***, you think it’s funny, ain’t shiggy
I’m not a role model, *** I got killers with me
Holes in your body, ***, you could never be Fifty
And I got bruised once for lovin’ a girl
Confused, thinkin’ ***-ass niggas was so dub
Patty wagon *** spin the block was only sellin’ ***
I’d rather see that *** in the box before he tell on me
I do all the altercations with the opps that never follow me
And I was conversations with the Akis bout investments baby
Did I stutter?
All these M&Ms got niggas actin’ shady
I miss butter
When they killed my friend, I felt like blast or somethin’
*** was all good if you asked me
Till you started askin’ bout Tiffany and Ashley
I look through your phone, I ain’t gon’ lie, you did me badly
You look through my phone, watchu expect to see? I’m nasty
Don’t ask me ***, don’t hit me up about no ***
Especially when you interrupt me while I’m workin’
I pick you up, you said, bring the car with the curtains
Girls that I deserted, I don’t deserve them
Will you be with me when it all falls down?
Look at the richie, baby, time will tell
If I get the best of you, then I have to
Show you
The best of me
You can’t stop askin’ me questions
About who I’m textin’
Girl
I’m good if you ask me
I never dared Tiffany or Ashley, just ask them
Baby, if I got it, you got it, and I got mad funds
It’s okay to treat me like an arcade, you can have fun
These rap niggas my sons, and if they breed, I got grandsons
These things that you wanna know about me
You’ll keep on askin’ me questions
About who I’m textin’
And about who I’m sexin’
I can’t take it, no, no
You keep interruptin’ my flexin’
Who you think you checkin’?
Now you can go get the steppin’
Cuz I can’t take it, no, no
No more, questions
No more, questions
No more, questions
No more, questions
Uhn, hun