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No Name (feat. Roland Papers) Video (MV)




Performed By: Walldough
Length: 2:20
Written by: Chris Wall




Walldough - No Name (feat. Roland Papers) Lyrics




Look
Imma no name
In a closed lane
Pussy closed up tight so in her throat I go ham
Me and Superman soaring to cap a tag
If you lying to my face I lay you in a cas-
Cover me up like a cast
I'm in the group like the cast
But this ain't a play for words more so a play for cash

And that's all that I have to say to you before I get back into topic like a high school paper do
Imma chomp down on the industry like a sabor tooth
But I ain't the loser of the two origins imma cruiser on tha loose

Who you finna choose when I'm punching through lines Ramira Cruz
Imma send a post card out to all those that have lost my shoes
No one fits with no one so don't presume me to be with you
Imma hit on more hoes than Mexicans immigration school
Cause without a family you have no where to be, your a no name at the most your personal curtain closing at the Least

I'mma no name and I'm here for the track
Not here for the wack beats boi
Imma no name and I'm here for the cash
Not here to be last weeks boi
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah

I'm the one and it will never be another
N****s funny tryna figure out who better then each other
Never talking to police since I was never undercover
Any weather
I just need the mozzarella with the cheddar
N****s never were nothing
I've been incredibly stunting
Always smelling me coming
That shit be telling you something????

So I ain't selling you nothing
Why you giving me the addy
I ain't mailing you nothing
Look
My clientele
I serve em in YSL
Come f*ck with me
Might as well
Don't know what it might intel
They wanted me by jail
They wanted me by a cell
I knew they would try and tell
Live and die by the scale
I need cash so imma go make a sale
I need bags I know imma make bail
Tryna get more cash
I'm tipping the pay scale
Ain't nothing in black in white
The picture's in grey still

I'mma no name and I'm here for the track
Not here for the wack beats boi
Imma no name and I'm here for the cash
Not here to be last weeks boi
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah
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Look
Imma no name
In a closed lane
Pussy closed up tight so in her throat I go ham
Me and Superman soaring to cap a tag
If you lying to my face I lay you in a cas-
Cover me up like a cast
I'm in the group like the cast
But this ain't a play for words more so a play for cash

And that's all that I have to say to you before I get back into topic like a high school paper do
Imma chomp down on the industry like a sabor tooth
But I ain't the loser of the two origins imma cruiser on tha loose

Who you finna choose when I'm punching through lines Ramira Cruz
Imma send a post card out to all those that have lost my shoes
No one fits with no one so don't presume me to be with you
Imma hit on more hoes than Mexicans immigration school
Cause without a family you have no where to be, your a no name at the most your personal curtain closing at the Least

I'mma no name and I'm here for the track
Not here for the wack beats boi
Imma no name and I'm here for the cash
Not here to be last weeks boi
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah

I'm the one and it will never be another
N****s funny tryna figure out who better then each other
Never talking to police since I was never undercover
Any weather
I just need the mozzarella with the cheddar
N****s never were nothing
I've been incredibly stunting
Always smelling me coming
That shit be telling you something????

So I ain't selling you nothing
Why you giving me the addy
I ain't mailing you nothing
Look
My clientele
I serve em in YSL
Come f*ck with me
Might as well
Don't know what it might intel
They wanted me by jail
They wanted me by a cell
I knew they would try and tell
Live and die by the scale
I need cash so imma go make a sale
I need bags I know imma make bail
Tryna get more cash
I'm tipping the pay scale
Ain't nothing in black in white
The picture's in grey still

I'mma no name and I'm here for the track
Not here for the wack beats boi
Imma no name and I'm here for the cash
Not here to be last weeks boi
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah
Yeah I'm here for the cheeks
Bring your mom
Bend her over
And we f*ck to the beat
Yeah, Yeah
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Writer: Chris Wall
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