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No More Love Lyrics

Artist: Toni Braxton

Oh, oh, no
A thousand excuses from you, boy, I've had enough
And I just want you to stop [Murder, Inc.]
No more love

What you b****es want from a n****
Jumpin' in the truck that's rimmed out with a Boss
with bucks
But my mind's on my figures
'Cause once I give you a nut, you get the cut once I
toss you up
Huh, your name who, whatever, I'm Gotti
A made n**** with killers and big bodies
All I got for a trick is the slum
I could make a b**** rich from a song

I don't appreciate the way that you've been actin'
lately
I can't believe that you would turn around and try to
play me
I know about that chick you met last night at club
Nikki's
And then you had the nerve to come home late and try
to sex me

Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, oh, no)
A thousand excuses from you, boy, I've had enough (Oh,
I've had enough)
And I just want you to stop (Baby)
No more love

I know it hurt me when you said, "The next time I'll
be leavin'"
You think your game is so tight, you wouldn't get
caught out there creepin'
I'm not your freak, don't play me cheap, I'm tellin'
you it's over
And when you see me on the streets, don't speak to me,
it's over

Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, no, oh)
A thousand excuses from you, boy, I've had enough (Oh,
I've had enough, yeah, yeah)
And I just want you to stop (Baby)
No more love

All my ladies say {F*** you, Gotti}
F*** y'all too
I'm tired of lyin', I'm tired of denyin'
I'm tired of trying, I'm tired of the games
And I ain't playin', y'all know what I'm sayin'
If y'all buyin', man, I'm lyin'
Every single word, man, this is true
And what I'll do to you, what I'll do to you
I'll run through you, that's what I'll do
And that's from the heart
I won't stop till the devil do us part
'Cause he is I and I am him
And man, I don't wear no motherf***in' brims
What's my motherf***in' name, fool
I.G. is oh...oh...oh...

Oh, oh, no (Oh, no, oh, no, no, no)
A thousand excuses from you, boy, I've had enough (Had
enough, had enough)
And I just want you to stop (Baby)
No more love

You have just experienced
Another Murder, Inc. banger (No more love)
T.B.
And that n**** I.G.
F*** wit' it

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