Official Music Video
No More by Nasty C
Lyrics & Translation
English
I used to be a bum ass nigga
I'm not no more
I used to be a quitter
I'm not no more
So damn bitter
I'm not no more
Not no more
Oh no no
6 in the morning I get up
For guap-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gararage
Christian Dior for the Fa-Fa-Ra-Fah, Fah, Fah
Make the numbers go
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Ra
I
Make the numbers go
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Ra
Eish, I was even broke in December
Couldn't bring girls to the crib if they see the way I live
Then I might just be a virgin forever
But me I was clever
Used to tell the hoes that my friend was my brother
But his mother was my step one
'Cause his place was better
No tape on the windows
The couch real leather
And they had a helper
How come I don't see you on the wall they would ask me
You're the only one that's not tall in your family
God blessed me in other places and frankly
There's nothing I can do about the cards that he hands me
So skip the chatter
I've got something to show you
Climb into this bed let me bend and fold you
You already know how that story ends
I'm so much better than the old me when
I used to be a bum ass nigga
I'm not no more
Used to be a quitter
I'm not no more
So damn bitter
I'm not no more
Not no more
Oh no no
6 in the morning I get up
For guap-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gararage
Christian Dior for the Fa-Fa-Ra-Fah, Fah, Fah
Make the numbers go
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
I
Make the numbers go
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
(Yeah) Ra
I'm kinda up right now
And it's a blessing man
You couldn't make me feel like
I'm any less a man
You see the passport tatted like a Mexican
How could you second-guess the man?
Bitch you must be on coke tryna skip me
Like a Pepsi can
I got songs for a nigga at his desk to jam
For a nigga with a rope around his neck to jam
That's why they ride for me like a Manchester fan
For the bitches that just wanna pop X and dance
Saving up and going to get their chest enhanced
I even got the slow jam heaters for my cheaters
Who wanna call their girls up for a second chance
But fuck the chatter
I've got something to show you
So when I get my Grammy I can tell you I told you
And only God knows how my story ends
But I'm so much better than the old me when
Spanish translations are provided by the LyricVerse team.
Spanish translation of No More by Nasty C
No More* (original Nasty C)
I used to be a bum ass nigga
I'm not no more
I used to be a quitter
I'm not no more
So damn bitter
I'm not no more
Not no more
Oh no no
6 in the morning I get up
For guap-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gararage
Christian Dior for the Fa-Fa-Ra-Fah, Fah, Fah
Make the numbers go
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
I
Make the numbers go
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
Eish, I was even broke in December
Couldn't bring girls to the crib if they see the way I live
Then I might just be a virgin forever
But me I was clever
Used to tell the hoes that my friend was my brother
But his mother was my step one
'Cause his place was better
No tape on the windows
The couch real leather
And they had a helper
How come I don't see you on the wall they would ask me
You're the only one that's not tall in your family
God blessed me in other places and frankly
There's nothing I can do about the cards that he hands me
So skip the chatter
I've got something to show you
Climb into this bed let me bend and fold you
You already know how that story ends
I'm so much better than the old me when
I used to be a bum ass nigga
I'm not no more
Used to be a quitter
I'm not no more
So damn bitter
I'm not no more
Not no more
Oh no no
6 in the morning I get up
For guap-pa-pa
Luxury cars and the gararage
Christian Dior for the Fa-Fa-Ra-Fah, Fah, Fah
Make the numbers go
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
I
Make the numbers go
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
(Yeah) Ra
I'm kinda up right now
And it's a blessing man
You couldn't make me feel like
I'm any less a man
You see the passport tatted like a Mexican
How could you second-guess the man?
Bitch you must be on coke tryna skip me
Like a Pepsi can
I got songs for a nigga at his desk to jam
For a nigga with a rope around his neck to jam
That's why they ride for me like a Manchester fan
For the bitches that just wanna pop X and dance
Saving up and going to get their chest enhanced
I even got the slow jam heaters for my cheaters
Who wanna call their girls up for a second chance
But fuck the chatter
I've got something to show you
So when I get my Grammy I can tell you I told you
And only God knows how my story ends
But I'm so much better than the old me when
No More (traducción LyricVerse Team)
Yo solía ser un vago de mierda
Ya no lo soy
Yo solía rendirme
Ya no lo hago
Tan amargado
Ya no lo soy
Ya no más
Oh no no
A las 6 de la mañana me levanto
Por la pasta-ta-ta
Coches de lujo y el garaje
Christian Dior para la Fa-Fa-Ra-Fah, Fah, Fah
Haz que los números suban
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
Yo
Haz que los números suban
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
Eish, incluso estaba en la ruina en diciembre
No podía llevar chicas a casa si veían cómo vivía
Entonces podría ser virgen para siempre
Pero yo era listo
Solía decirles a las putas que mi amigo era mi hermano
Pero su madre era mi madrastra
Porque su casa era mejor
Sin cinta en las ventanas
El sofá de cuero de verdad
Y tenían una ayudante
¿Cómo es que no te veo en la pared? me preguntaban
Eres el único que no es alto en tu familia
Dios me bendijo en otros lugares y, francamente
No hay nada que pueda hacer con las cartas que me da
Así que salta la charla
Tengo algo que mostrarte
Sube a esta cama, déjame doblarte y plegarte
Ya sabes cómo termina esa historia
Soy mucho mejor que mi yo antiguo cuando
Yo solía ser un vago de mierda
Ya no lo soy
Solía rendirme
Ya no lo hago
Tan amargado
Ya no lo soy
Ya no más
Oh no no
A las 6 de la mañana me levanto
Por la pasta-ta-ta
Coches de lujo y el garaje
Christian Dior para la Fa-Fa-Ra-Fah, Fah, Fah
Haz que los números suban
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ra
Yo
Haz que los números suban
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
Ratatatatata
(Sí) Ra
Estoy bastante bien ahora
Y es una bendición, hombre
No podrías hacerme sentir como
Que soy menos hombre
Ves el pasaporte tatuado como un mexicano
¿Cómo podrías dudar del hombre?
Puta, debes estar drogada intentando saltarme
Como una lata de Pepsi
Tengo canciones para que un negro en su escritorio se divierta
Para un negro con una soga al cuello para que se divierta
Por eso me apoyan como un fan del Manchester
Para las putas que solo quieren tomar éxtasis y bailar
Ahorrando y yendo a aumentarse el pecho
Incluso tengo los éxitos de slow jam para mis infieles
Que quieren llamar a sus chicas para una segunda oportunidad
Pero a la mierda la charla
Tengo algo que mostrarte
Así que cuando reciba mi Grammy podré decirte que te lo dije
Y solo Dios sabe cómo termina mi historia
Pero soy mucho mejor que mi yo antiguo cuando
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