Lyrical Breakdown of No More (Feat. 2 Chainz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No More (Feat. 2 Chainz)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No More (Feat. 2 Chainz)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Gucci: Yah
2 Chainz: Tru!
Gucci: Talkin' money
2 Chainz: 2 CHAINZ!
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more
There's a big fat police man at my door-door-door (Door-A!)
Got me by the collar (Collar!), got me for my dollars
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more (Mo'-Mo'-Mo', Tell 'Em!)
No more-more-more (Tell 'Em!)
I don't wanna - I don't wanna go no more-more-more (More, uh!)
Got me for my dollars (Dollars!), Somethin' in the water
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more (Mo'-Mo'-Mo', 2 Chainz!)
Told my Migo "Que pasa, I will see you on manana"
When I met him at the dock-A he had work, I had choppa's (Bow!)
I make bands with my partners, to me "old school" is Prada
And I keep on killin' pussy, so I ride around with doctors (Tell 'Em!)
And I can't do this No-Mo'! (No-Mo'!)
Goin' to the store (Uh!) I re-up and run out - Make a hundred bands or more! (Or Mo'!)
I got Bally's on my toes (Toes!), I'm barely on my toes (My toes!)
Stack my money up so high, I got them standing on their toes! (Damn!)
I get money, I fuck hoes
I don't wash clothes, I get new ones!
Chains on, talkin' about 2 of them
But today I'm wearing a few of them
Used to trapping at that Texaco
My plug is from Mexico
My girl is professional (Tru!)
I love the trap, X and O's
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more (Whip!)
There's a big fat police man at my door-door-door (Well)
Got me by the collar, got me for my dollars
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more
No more-more-more
I don't wanna - I don't wanna go no more-more-more
Got me for my dollars, Somethin' in the water
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more
She don't wanna go to Mexico, but bitch you finna' go though! (Bitch!)
Takin'??, Me and Mojo rockin' purple label Polo!
Cookin' dope in my pajamas,?? for a baby mama
Marijuana come from Tijuana, trappin' on the corner
Creepin' on the corner, run up on me - you's a goner
I'm a loner, turn a nigga to a fuckin' organ donor
All my migos drink nas, And my goons - they like piranhas
If you got some big cojones - then I'm-A mail them to your mama??, catching plays in Oklahoma (Yah!)
If you had came here two days sooner - then I could fulfill your order
She don't wan' go back to Mexico, the feds are at the boarder
She's a snorter Mr. Porter, I got bricks tapped to your daughter! (GUCCI!)
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more
There's a big fat police man at my door-door-door
Got-got-got-got me by the collar, got-got me for my dollars
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more
No more-more-more
I don't wanna - I don't wanna go no more-more-more
Got me for my dollars, Somethin' in the water
I don't wanna go to Mexico no more-more-more