DESCRIPTION:
Big Country Kellogg, Young Platinum aka the Element, and E-Milli with that new banger.
Warning: Ish is hot


No H.O.P.E. (hoes over personal endeavors) lyrics

Verse 1: Big Country Kellogg

Bar stoolin' at the local pub, this girl she wanna join my club,
Wait sub, I meant my clique, no not the sound that come from push from Bic,
Look trick, my game is slick and sleek like sleet, sheets of snowy street,
It's sweet, like a treat you eat, but alright your lip bite might evoke a tweet,
And repeat my boys retweet the feat, like neat, my meat might skeet on teet,
She sayin' what I know already, her body sayin' that she "Ready Freddy",
So I glance around and this ho is solo, no "P.E." oh, so she'll let you score though,
Game is so-so, libido gung-ho, pounds her drink she wants to go-go.

But me though? Oh no. Oh ho, go slow. Move too quick, put the show in slow-mo,
My verbal pitch is well thought out; deliver it like Hideo Nomo,
Ignored her little winks and stuff, got her thinkin' she's not good enough,
Sluts tough, and I can't shake this ho, game's rough and I can't take this, no,
Can't take her home, an epiphany she's a Brittany and she wants a bone,
Minds blown, I'm thrown, she drones, she makes it known she likes my-my cologne,
Postpone patron, and Game Of Thrones, home girl she got her moan on loan,
And enter: twin, I start propelling, no doubt this makes a great retelling.

Chorus:
Nympho, that's what you are,
You live your life, but won't get far
No morals, give yourself away,
It's getting old girl- but you need a lay,

Spreading your lovin' if and only,
You self-doubt when you get lonely,
No more girl, give yourself a break,
Rethink your life goals, it's for your own sake

Verse 2: Young Platinum aka The Element
Bitch you want the D? I recommend you go to Michigan,
Seek another playboy so yo broke ass can be rich again,
It takes a cold nigga, to be a gold digga, so take yo North Face, face north, and just go nigga,
I'm like a math test cause I'm always gettin' cheated on, you patty mayonnaise when you always getting skeetered on,
So I'm at work (yup), and you at home (ok), I'm makin' money while you buyin' shit off Amazon,
But I'm in the zone, call it AutoZone, insuring you that I'm gon' keep makin that money long,
So packer up (get em Jo) and roger that (I will). So you can bounce there's no more discountin' my double checks,
You saw my motivation, but I see your dedication, I'll sign and seal deliver you my final salutation.
So hit the train station, you're an abomination, so you can leave and take the "bat" out of yo mommas "basement".

(Chorus)

Verse 3: Big Country Kellogg and Young Platinum aka The Element
BCK: "Ay Plat"
YP: "BCK"
BCK: "How you doing?"
YP: "I'm OK"
BCK: "Don't sound alright"
YP: "Alright OK, it's my girl what can I say, she spends my dough"
BCK" "That's shady, yo"
YP: "She hit the club like every night, can't reach her when I text her phone, she come back smellin' like cologne"
BCK: "And there's no details that you skippin'? Man, she's fine, you might be trippin', call her up, confront that ass, but don't be easy, no free pass.
YP: "Just about an hour ago, she told me that she had a show to go, but no I still don't know so Siri time to call my hoe"
Siri: "...Calling. Your Hoe, Mobile"
Girl: "Hey it's me, I'm probz not sober, text me 'for the night is over, nothin' left for me to say, don't think I'll check this anyway"
BCK: "Damn, Jo, can't trust that ho"
YP: "That's what I'm sayin, she be playin' all up in the club she slayin'"
BCK: "Hold up Plat, where she at?"
YP: "Chi-town club the Dirty Cat"
BCK: "Man, Plat I heard of that, matter fact, was there before, and listen Jo, I met a ho, slut was puttin' on a show"
YP: "Tell me more what happened next?"
BCK: "She was all about the sex, she stand about 5'2", eyes blue, tattoo, with a birth mark on her cheek no amount of makeup on could make discrete"
YP: "Wow, can't believe my ears, reiterating all my fears. As I hear this news unfurl, connect the dots, you (censored) my girl"
BCK: "Damn, don't know what to say, forget this ho bag anyway, 2 dollar hoes ain't worth our time, this chicks a joke like pantomime"
YP: "She treats me like a Tonka toy, and hops those clubs from boy to boy, how's this chick finna cope, with the fact that she now has no hope?"

(Chorus)