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giftz - nino lyrics

[hook:]
whip so sick i need no chain, chain…
2 white girls don’t need no cane, main
b-tch so lame i don’t need no game
glock so big don’t i ain eeen no game
18 shots i don’t need no aim
cops roll round i ain’t even no stain
you can just call me nino main
chop so big i don’t need no chain
32 shots i don’t need no aim, aim, aim
you can just call me nino main
you can just call me nino main
you can just call me nino main

[verse 1: giftz]
32 shots i don’t need no aim
so much work they need no cane
copped 2 bricks i don’t need no cane
heart so cold i don’t need no veins
f.o.c. we don’t breed no lames
fifth gonn bang, drank in my cup i’m kurt cobains
pull up in squirt, i’m shootin like dirk the kid got range
he ain’t no lame, blowing in plain, sight got a rifle will poke wit a scope
used to be broke, telling them junkies i’m bagging up c0ke when i’m sellin em soap
now all these hoes tryin to ride on my coat-tail
i’m laughing like l-m-a-o, fail
these n-ggas they claiming they won’t tell
well send da police to ya door bail, but it’s all cool
wrist just chilly like bob’s crew
throwin up e’s when we mob through
we bout bricks, no squad fool
i’m number one, her top 2
she drop the pants and her top too
my windows up, her top move, me verses high that stock grew…
dirty sprite i drop the deuce, leanin like a texas ranger
40 on da danny grangr, make a n-gga dance like damon
we out in the field like angels
n-ggas kurt so what’s your angle?
n-gga hotta than me name him
young giftz gon blow like bangers cause my….

[hook:]

my 50/50 nine, 50-60 dimes, that’s 5-6 hunnid, 50-60 times
you get dat 5-6 hunnid, 50-60 dimes
you wanna ride in it stuntin, pay that 50 n skip that line
put that 50 up on yo mind, thats like 50 up on yo head
i got 15 n-ggas live, leave 15 n-ggas dead
got bout 15 p’s of loud, thats more like 60 thou
my flow like 50 cals, i know like 50 styles
in that new coupe, new roof, don’t go over 50 miles
all these n-ggas say they gettin it
well i be gettin down, and..
i be getting around
i be gettin to know these n-ggas don’t care what these n-ggas about
and i spent months off in that south, where
everybody smoking, burning corners, bending, taking turns
hood sh-t, wait till we get our turn smoke goood sh-t
full clips, put you in the irn don’t you bullsh-t
hope that you got yourn n-gga, bullsh-ttin..

[hook:]

- giftz lyrics

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