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Shoreline Mafia - No Makeup Lyrics

No Makeup Lyrics[Intro: OhGeesy]
Eyelashes on, but she pretty with no makeup
Damn, you look good
(The MOB is not a business)

[Verse 1: OhGeesy & Fenix Flexin]
Eyelashes on, but she pretty with no makeup
Hit it, that's the first thing that I do when I wake up
Bitch turn around, love her pussy, but I don't make love
Let's start a fake fight, break up, and then we make up
Let's do this shit again, wake up, and then we make love
Nasty-ass ho, she just tryna get a face fucked
Hustlin'-ass nigga, yeah, I like to get that paper
Real high up, penthouse, skyscraper
Doing my stuff, cutting up like a taper
Ballin' in L.A., free throw, bitch, I'm a Laker
Skyline views, in the hills, sittin' on acres
Please don't try to rob, the Glocks, they all got lasers
I'm independent, even though I'm signed with a major
I ain't never cap to get cat, I'm a player
You know I got sauce, I'm a Mack with some flavor
Nigga, it's a wrap, she look back, I'ma take her
She look, then she took, open like a book
Hit a bitch, uppercut, left, right hook
Y'all niggas so scary, niggas so shook
It's no such thing as a halfway crook
We don't do petty crimes, we do major crimes
My young niggas smoked and came home, and pour the line
My niggas, they so ruthless, they be out they mind (Ayy-ayy)
Twin just came home, kept it solid, did a dime (Kept it solid)

[Verse 2: Fenix Flexin]
My twin just came home, kept it solid, did a dime
I ain't fuckin' with no nines, all my bitches, they some dimes
You know all my bitches bad, get a bag and keep that yea tight (Keep that yea tight)
Pressure, lil' baby be trippin', and 'bout me, she do the extras (Do the extras)
Fuckin' wit' me, that pussy leave on a stretcher (Err)
He stress you, I stretch you, she pulled up in that Tesla, huh (In that Tesla)
Glock toter, slam a nigga, Brock Lesnar (Brock Lesnar)
Yeah, my D-Town bitch, she can't leave, she on [tech 1:31 ?]
I'm tryna pop this champagne, bend her over and spread her (Spread her open)
He a rat, Master Splinter, he ain't know I was Shredder (That nigga snitchin')
When I fuck her with my ice on, she say she get wetter (She get wetter)
Won't sweat her, free that bitch and let that ho do whatever (Do whatever)
I got some moves she could use, if she ask me (If she ask me)
Janky nigga, fuckin' bitches in the back seat (In the backseat)
Yeah, lil' baby got that body-ody-ody
Told her, "Keep it on the low, don't go tellin' anybody"
Ayy, said lil' baby got that body-ody-ody (Ha)
Told her, "Keep it on the low, don't go tellin' anybody" (Keep it solid)