No Label Lyrics - Lil Durk

DY Krazy 

Ayy, it's so crazy 

'Cause I made this song off another nigga feelings 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

What he going through with his bitch 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

He actually one of my dogs 

Know what I'm sayin'? 

So, here you go 

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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 dick 

'Cause you ain't spit enough 

You an ungrateful lil' bitch, 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 bitches back, that shit 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 

Bitch, you Instagram famous, but you not a star 

(Instagram famous, but you not a star) 

Bitch, I made you 

Took you out the hood and I saved you 

While them other niggas tried to play you 

Bitch, you ungrateful, 

Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, you u 

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 pussy 

but I don't want none 

I got a wife, so after me you gotta fuck 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 bitches I made eat it 

You would not believe it 

This shit was never easy 

I move strategic 

Me and two, three singers, we had a threesome 

Back to back, fuckin' 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 niggas tryna hurt me 

That's why I keep my .50 and my .30 

Niggas ain't on shit, they washed up, detergent 

Big Backwood, sat back and burned it 

I'm better, hot like a furnace, yeah 

Bitch, I made you 

Took you out the hood and I saved you 

While them other niggas tried to play you 

Bitch, you ungrateful, 

Bitch, you ungrateful, bitch, 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