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nana reckless - no hook lyrics

[intro]
she broke so she gon hate
all of my n-ggas they ate
money long yeah that sh-t straight
fly yo b-tch out to kuwait

[verse]
they say nana so nasty wit it
f-ck on yo b-tch, i did it (yeah, i did)
heard that you smokin that midget
he call me he wanna come visit
you n-ggas be switchin, b’s or c’s (hol’ up?)
n-gga which is it?

hit a l!ck they call me houdini
i’m always flexed up in a beanie
won’t hit him back that n-gga too clingy
i get what i want don’t need me a genie

b-tch gave me top in bikini
she wet i call her linguine
chop a n-gga up like he zucchini
been in some sh-t you wouldn’t believe me

n-ggas ain’t movin no weight
hoe i got steak on my plate
you smokin a dutch we can not relate
yeah the d-ck fye that sh-t was so great
she broke so she gon hate
all of my n-ggas they ate
money long yeah that sh-t straight (shmoneyyy!)
fly yo b-tch out to kuwait

ain’t talkin no money it’s quiet
im finna turn up the climate (it’s hot!)
ya n-gga tryna be my client
i come around she gon’ act silent

all of these n-ggas they eating
yo lil’ b-tch yeah she is feignin
you cuffin her but she is cheatin
i get the bag yeah i’m feastin
run it up what i’m perceiving
no time for the sleepin
i got ya n-gga and he weepin
these b-tches they creepin

bounced on the d-ck like a trampoline
ya n-gga fine he wanna be with me
f-cked ya b-tch & i made her my queen
i got yo b-tch and she sippin on lean (that drop)
shawty know im smokin that green
ya n-ggas clowns like mr. bean
i p-ss ya b-tch and she gleam
my fits yeah they clean

[wl fre$h verse:]

strike a b-tch, lightning mcqueen
all of my n-ggas they mean
fit clean just ballie my jeans
big red like clifford , know what i mean?
smoking gas ion need a break
money stacked tall , feel like it elevate
gas bags make her celebrate
d-ck touch her soul, make that b-tch meditate
trap hot like a sk!llet
get that b-tch gone i know how to flip it
like lucci gone wish me well
all of these b-tches they gone kiss and tell
i got that drip out the mail
i put that drip on the scale
like future i f-ck up them digits
like g herbo keep it 150
we the dream team of the muf-ckin city
get them bags in by the load we get plenty
b-tch i’m too cold steve austin
i want that green like boston
my drip too wet man it lost her
let that b-tch go like a auction
ion need no mask when we off em
keep a strap on me be cautious

- nana reckless lyrics

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