Video No Strings Attached de Tory Lanez 2025 Reggaeton Lyrics

Tory Lanez - No Strings Attached Lyrics

[Intro: SpotemGottem]
Ha-ha
I'ma be honest
Got my eyes on the prize
Got my eyes on the prize
I get to tripping with the blick (Hold up, H)
Ayy, look me in my eyes

[Chorus: SpotemGottem]
She said that she adore me, uh
I feel like no one for me, uh
He got blood on his jersey
That remind me of Curry, uh
Throw back a Perc', I just had to relapse, ooh
They try to spin and we gon' send they shooter back
Chrome Hearts shirt, Chrome Heart hat
Ran out of love, no strings attached

[Verse 1: SpotemGottem]
Dropped it, now shе feeling me more
Like a bottlе, how the fuck we end up on the floor?
Distant lovers where nobody knows
I came from serving fiends, breaking back doors
Run up the money, taking care of my folks
She wanna run away, so I let her go
I'm a demon when all is done
You got me fiending, you are the one
Never leave the house without my magic wand
Dreads hanging like a Rasta, baby, I'm a don
I'm a don
Ayy, I let off a dummy clip
Glick got zombie tips
They done flushed the whole whip
I ain't foolin' with you bitch-ass rappers, be done got you killed
I ain't foolin' with you bitch-ass rappers, be done got you killed
[Chorus: SpotemGottem]
What she say?
She said that she adore me, uh
I feel like no one for me, uh
He got blood on his jersey
That remind me of Curry, uh
Throw back a Perc', I just had to relapse, ooh
They try to spin and we gon' send they shooter back
Chrome Hearts shirt, Chrome Heart hat
Ran out of love, no strings attached

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
Yeah, I fucked a bad lil' bitch, she had me, then she still cussin'
That bitch was wild, I gave her the dick, that bitch is still fussin'
Fuck who you wanna fuck, just let a nigga still crush you
I just wanna go and leave and come back, know I'll still bust you
Your nigga say he top dog, but why you still hustling?
That bitch be talking hella shit, but wanna still kick it
You know I'm on my way, these bitches call me they meal ticket
You catch me cheating, gotta love it, leave or deal with it
I said A-B-C-D-E, 'cause I can't give a F about a ho, no, no
Put my foot down and I'm steppin' on a ho
Two bad bitches, they crept inside the door
She alone
Says she need a loan
Bad bitch, I paid her for the wish at Louis Vuitton
Niggas screw up your faces, dishonor that we put on
It's either you love me, shorty, or you can leave me alone
[Chorus: SpotemGottem]
What she say?
She said that she adore me, uh
I feel like no one for me, uh
He got blood on his jersey
That remind me of Curry, uh
Throw back a Perc', I just had to relapse, ooh
They try to spin and we gon' send they shooter back
Chrome Hearts shirt, Chrome Heart hat
Ran out of love, no strings attached