No Deal Lyrics – Rod Wave
No Deal Lyrics Rod Wave
That Wasn’t Funny
But She Laughed So Hard, She Almost Cried
They’re Counting Months They’ve Been Together
Almost Forty-Nine
(Yo, Sam, This Shit Heat)
He’s Making Fun Of How She Acted ‘Round The Holidays
(Damn! Dawson)
She Wears A Ring, But They Tell People
That They’re Not Engaged
They Met In Class For Metaphysical Philosophy
He Tells His Friends, “I Like Her
‘Cause She’s So Much Smarter Than Me”
They’re Having Talks About Their Futures Until 4 A.M
And I’m Happy For Thеm
But I Wanna Feel All That Love And Emotion
Be That Attachеd To The Person I’m Holding
Someday I’ll Be Falling Without Caution
But For Now, I’m Only People Watching
Yeah, Huh!
Thinking About My Life And How Far A Nigga Came
Thinking About My Life And Mistakes A Nigga Made
Steady Ducking The Reaper, Everybody Got A Day (Grrah)
Hopefully, I’ll Be Ready For It (Yeah, Yeah)
Uh, I Told Them My Dreams, They Aingt Believe This
I Can’t Lie, Even I Couldn’t Of Seen This
I Just Was On The Bus Stop Getting High Out Of My Brain
Headphones In Listening To Kevin Gates Say
Shooting Star, Shooting Star
Rapper With A Pistol, That Made Me A Shooting Star
Now We All Across The Globe
Three Hundred Thousand Dollar Shows
We Wasn’t Supposed To Get This Far
This Shit So Crazy How These Hoes Tryna Plot On Me
(Tryna Plot On Me)
These Niggas Hating, Want My Spot, Sending Shots At Me
Know I Fuck With Sosa, Ghetto, Spec And Tee
Boy, You Must Aingt Know Them
Boys Gon’ Park The Car Jump Out On Feet
Won’t You Pay A Nigga Back For Saving ‘Ya Life
I Don’t Know Yet But I’m A Make It Right
I’m Tryna Ball, Niggas Tryna Take My Life
I Tell You What A’ll Make A Gangster Change His Life
How To Make A Gangster Change His Life
Go To Sleep With Millions In His Bank
Wake Up In The Morning, See His Daughter Face
Just Was Broke As A Joke, When We Was Down We Was Fine
Start Achieving His Dreams Now My Life On The Line
Tell The Label No Deal, I Need Twenty Every Time
I Aingt Coming To Europe If I Can’t Bring My .45
Tell The Label No Deal, I Need Twenty Every Time
I Aingt Coming To Paris If I Can’t Bring My .4-5 (Oh! Woah!)
Tell The Label No Deal
I’m Fine, I Can’t Come On The Road And Ride
If I Can’t Bring Fire
You Know, I Need My Fire For These Fuck Niggas
I Need My Fire For These Fuck Niggas (Yeah)
I Need My Fire For These Fuck Niggas (I Seen That)
I Seen That, I Need My Fire For These Fuck Niggas (Grrah)
No Deal (Baow, Baow, Baow, Baow)
No Deal
