444 nic – vibe lyrics
yeah i came up with this
angel boys, yea it be the clique
triple 4, please don’t call me nic
balenciaga shoes and my denim rick
talking owens
take your b i know she hoeing
14 karat gold glowing
and my tennis chain is snowing
she a freak, wanna take me to her house
hang with rats so you a mouse
couple hundred in my mouth
i got it out the south
tired of waiting
roll me up a wood, staying sane by getting faded
please stay in yo lane, i’m so sick of being hated
don’t care about fame, i wanna tell my bros we made it
grind hard, i need a check
fine broad, yea she give me neck
henny boy, i’m not sipping tech
geeked up, pray to god i don’t wreck
gotta have it
chasing guap, that’s a habit
and you know we never stagnant
for the money, i got magnets
angel boys
and my pockets taking roids
laferrari, need some toys
i ain’t with the opioids
i ain’t taking pills, i can’t do it
angel boy from outer space, i promise i’m not human
smooth with the women, don’t confuse me for cupid
always dreamed big, but you know my dreams lucid
pull up rocking bally, i got bs on me
gucci on my belt, we some g’s homie
chanel, i got double c’s on me
money by my side i could never even seem lonely
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