Offset – NO SWEAT MP3 Download: Free Audio & Lyrics
Atlanta trap icon Offset (Kiari Kendrell Cephus) glides through the chaos of fame with “NO SWEAT”, a confident 2:55 standout from his surprise Halloween album HAUNTED BY FAME.
Full Lyrics: Sing Along to Offset – NO SWEAT
[Intro]
Woah (Let me hear it, Durel), woah
[Chorus]
The Patek is filled with baguettes (Baguettes)
I’m walkin’ out leavin’ a mess (Mess)
We pop it all over the ‘net (Pop it)
I go hit Rodeo to flex (Flex)
I’m big on the self-respect (Respect it)
The front and the backend, the checks (Checks)
Half a mil’ just to light up the neck (Neck)
Pull a mil’ out the bank with no
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
I’m swappin’ out bitches, no
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
[Verse 1]
The Perkies, the Addies be on me (Perkies)
She bad, she my tenderoni (Woo)
‘Cause you smashed don’t mean that you own it
I hit it once, I’m gone in the morning (Skrrt)
Outer space, I’m rollin’ on a Tesla, baby (Tesla)
How it feel? How it feel? How it feel? How it feel?
Call the bank and tell ’em that I’m on the way (Cash)
Pop a pill, I get chills, I got Richards and they Mille
She get on her knees for tips (For tips)
Yeah, I’m spendin’ the greens and Nips (The Nips)
Yeah, Chanaynay her feet, her hips (Chanaynay)
Yeah, I’m sponsorin’ sprees and trips, yeah (Sprees)
I make it hard for niggas (It’s hard for niggas)
I’m takin’ the pussy straight up (Straight up)
They say I’m too hard on bitches (On bitches)
The Birkin gon’ make ’em make up (Hey)
[Chorus]
The Patek is filled with baguettes (Baguettes)
I’m walkin’ out leavin’ a mess (Mess)
We pop it all over the ‘net (Pop it, pop it, pop it, pop it)
I go hit Rodeo to flex (Flex)
I’m big on the self-respect (Respect, respect, respect)
The front and the backend, the checks (Checks, checks, checks)
Half a mil’ just to light up the neck (Neck)
Pull a mil’ out the bank with no
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
I’m swappin’ out bitches, no
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
[Verse 2]
They geekin’, these hoes on the glitter (The glitter)
Country nigga get put in a blender (In a blender)
Where your title, lil’ boy? That’s a rental (Where your title?)
She got hit, that’s a dent in the fender (That’s a dent)
Ask your ho ’bout your boy, she remember (Ask your ho)
Why the fuck would she miss you? I’m realer (Why the fuck?)
Why you stallin’? I’m tryna get in her (Why you stallin’?)
She just order that dick, I deliver (Uh-huh)
If he him, then I’m him and I’m cold like December (Him)
When your money this tall, it don’t fold in the middle (Nah)
Fashion Week, I be drillin’, I’m fresher than cinnamon (Fresh)
Wanna book the boy? Million the minimum (Million)
[Chorus]
The Patek is filled with baguettes (Baguettes)
I’m walkin’ out leavin’ a mess (Mess)
We pop it all over the ‘net (Pop it)
I go hit Rodeo to flex (Flex)
I’m big on the self-respect (Respect it)
The front and the backend, the checks (Checks)
Half a mil’ just to light up the neck (Neck)
Pull a mil’ out the bank with no
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
I’m swappin’ out bitches, no
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
Sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat), sweat (Sweat)
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