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Chris Ward Ain T No Love

Ain't no love), ain't no love at all I'm just running with my niggaz, that love to ball [talking] I tell ya (ain't no love) Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh Ain't

Thug, or what Thug do Cause Thug would be a fool, if Thug don't stay tru to my boo [Hook] [Chris Ward] Even though it ain't Hova, breathe easy baby

[Z-Ro] Nigga you ain't my partna, but you never been Just wanted to get in the club, free you little low yellow bitch You ain't never been real, but it

with drugs, niggaz moving pints and jugs We busting them slugs, got doctors pulling the plug And we talk face to face, cause the phones are bugged It ain't no love

majulia Other known as Koopa, ain't nobody cooler Brain is a thang and she love to be my tutor She loving my calone (huh) recognize the odor Must of

when I cock the Nah I ain't gon' tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself Don't make me start man

(feat. Chris Ward, Godfather) [Godfather:] When the guns clack-clack, it ain't love Fat Pat Where them boys from the ghetto, put the South on the map

you got you some change Don't get me wrong, I ain't hating on the real women I'm just tired of these crumbs, that be penny pinching but uh [Hook] [Chris Ward

[Chris Ward] I'm in the place to be Got all these major labels, chasing me All these rappers out here, in a foot race with me But I'm so far gone, it