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Notorious B.i.g.

Genres: Hip-Hop

Love No Ho Lyrics - Notorious B.i.g.

Yo Bigs man, what's wrong, man? 

You look like you got problems, man 

Hey, yo man, man, it's this fuckin' bitch, man 

 

Shit, I know I ain't 'sposed to have 

No feelings for these hoes out here, man 

But this bitch on the back of my mind, man, what? 

 

Yeah, man, done wrote a rhyme 'bout the bitch, man 

Let me hear it 

Want me to drop the drama kid? Yeah 

 

Yeah, dedicatin' this to you, man 

My man 50 Gran' told me straight up and down, man 

I ain't 'sposed to love no ho, know what I'm saying? 

 

I tried to tell her 50, I got three rules in life 

I'm not to be played with, played on or played out 

I'ma drop it like dis 

 

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Lyin' in my bed, I'm lookin' at four walls 

Echo in my head sayin' I got a lot of gall 

Grippin' my cap, my pen in my teeth 

Thinkin' what this ho said, she called me a thief 

 

She said I stole her heart and didn't leave a trace 

I told her I was sorry and she said get out my face 

Walked out my door with my walkman and my pocket 

Playin', "Love is a house" and thinkin' how she jocked it 

 

When she had the key to open up my door 

Adore that prince scam that got me on the floor 

I know that she loves me, I couldn't ever fake it 

I say go buy a pie, the girl would go bake it 

 

Makin' a record was important to me 

More important than her, that's what made her flee 

See, the mistake was not payin' no mind 

All her posse said we was two of a kind 

 

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I called her back twice, your sister said you're broke 

She said when you left your ears was full of smoke 

Chokin' on a cigarette you don't even smoke 

Jumped in the train station put in a token 

 

Coulda been my partner, my amigo, my peer 

Just waitin' for them three words that all girls wanna hear 

I love you, huh you would start to cry 

If I would reply with I L Y 

 

Then I tell your friends that you played me out 

Said I wouldn't say I love you just to make you shout 

So I call up seven digits that would pick up your phone 

Your sister picked it up and said that you wasn't home 

 

I heard you in the back cryin' up a storm 

Screamin' how you wish that I never was born 

I hate him, I hate him that's what she kept sayin' 

She'll come to her senses is what I kept prayin' 

 

But now I'm gonna lay the cards on the line 

Just say that you hate me or say that you're mine 

I said when I played ball you was in the stands 

When I was sick you held my hand 

It was hard to say before but now I can 

Bitch, I love no ho, fuck ya 

 

I don't give a fuck about 'cha 

Take a long walk off a short peer, bitch 

Tryin' to take bankrolls 

Bum bitches outta here, 50 man, now check it 

 

Come to my crib, she say BIG listen 

I don't like the way you been dissin' 

Feel like I been kissin' other bitches 'cause my lips feel chapped 

I tell you it's from the blunts, you ain't tryin' to hear that 

 

Now I'm Henny'd like a fuck, what's the riff? 

Who I'm sleepin' with? I ain't got the time 

To shoot the gift to hoes, I'm tryin' to take bankroll 

I ain't fuckin' nobody, case closed 

 

You hit the lights and decide to doze off 

No kiss goodnight, didn't take your clothes off 

And my dick is harder than a rock 

Nobody to cock block but you's a hard rock 

 

The fuck you think I am, gay? 

I ain't got no time to play, I ain't got nuttin' to say 

Bounce out the crib just to see my man 50 

And what's up with BIG and the OGB 

 

You know they keep plenty hookers 

And I ain't a bad looker 

So I see one ho that I like yeah, ooh 

Shit is cool 

Trust no hoes, all they want is bankroll 

 

That's what I'm tryin' to tell you now, baby 

My man 50 done schooled me to all y'all hookers 

Ya know what I'm sayin'? I ain't lame to this 

Can't spell game without me, the BIG 

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