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n b s - til the world ends lyrics

you come amongst the generals
copping grenades and cop material
‘dunking these hollows in you
the last arts’i leave you dead in the casket
and cop the bread out the basket
my homies carry the ratchet, i swear to god’
stay twisted like helicopter propellers
on that loud pack, homie could give a f-ck ‘and learn something
before you ‘nbs on the frontline’
you work around the clock till the surf’s up
i bought mine so my og told me to give it
so i post it on the back of my pockets with four digits
stay up like shooting those four midgets
if it’s beef, i promise you anybody can get it

we living fast till the world ends
ma, you shouldn’t have to ask, bring your girlfriends
twisting up this gr-ss like a whirlwind
copping all these cash till the world ends
sipping on this flash till the world ends
you sleeping but we creeping with your girlfriends
lean and twist it up like a whirlwind
nbs rep sh-t till the world ends

i’m never last place in this cash race
it’s fast pace, i get a strange feeling when i p-ss jayz
my dudes masked face, hammers with the blunt tape
my gr-ss case got me into court feeling half baked
sour these in the cigarello with the harsh taste
cigarette boosting my high until i’m p-ssed base
guap loving but think it’s my cousin chop onions over
for cheaper and had the bad bargain
‘and start flushing’so i keep a few chicks’
watch the guards watching, they try to interfere
the end is here, i bring heat ’cause the winners here
but i ain’t finished here until i’m in the clear
try to stop my grind, take a visit to intensive care

till the world end’finally end up with my n-gg-s to get some pearls in
‘hot d-ck, bubble gum -ss, rappers get murdered’
until you mental prefer them, them hard…. ’cause y’all live it
painting hoes in broad slippers, ménage b-tches that’
i position finish, i position end this, etc etera, we just stay cleverer
spit better, bro, in the mouse trap tryna get the cheddar up
toss the ‘and they’ll never get enough, rush the stage
bust mics till we get in the dust

- n b s lyrics

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