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nate g. - nate g - rapper tag season 2 #4 lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah. nate g. shoutout 360. shoutout jk+47. shoutout jay orient. this that rapper tag. let’s get it, yeah

[verse]
you know we’re shakin’ up
this b+tch like hittin’ turbulence, steady servin’ ’em
run circles round the mix, heat the game up until it’s burning sh+t
we working here, and i’m certain that this the one
we been shining, open your curtains, skin burn when it see the son
i be just merking this sh+t for fun, been there and done that
they rushing around last+minute; i’m pulling up at the front, lad
looking at me like “what’s that?” lil brother on his pimp sh+t
f+ckin’ thе game up, must of forgot that he still existin’, wе lifted
see, now they tryna get prescripted
they see what i’m on, sh+t, i can’t do nothing but bless ’em with this
they drifting right off the course, dog sitting by the door
and he ready for any chump that try pinching one from the boy
picked this right off the floor, stay stocking up the store
got what you need, i give it to ya, don’t try hustle me for more
bring out the mob, if you ain’t boostin’ with us then you lost
i’m furious with this sh+t, might f+ck around and hit the nos like
we kickin’ off, no chip and chase, i’m holdin’ the sauce
these motherf+ckers try get a taste, bruz, add up the score
we ain’t tryna come second place, f+ckin’ had it with all of you chumps
nate g. gonna set it straight, b+tch, so run it now
you better buckle down, i rock up unannounced
and have ’em all sookin’ because i told them, b+tch, “i’ll hunt ’em down”
these f+ckin’ clowns don’t get it, see, this my kitchen
and i’m cookin’ up until a brother make that bread
and if i burn the c+nt then i’ll make that again
just bring your heat to the stand and then we gon’ see just what it makes out of ten
write the bars then smack your face with the pen
grab the mic and proceed to raise up the temp while they stay faded on the fence, sh+t
pay the rent, b+tch, and mind your own business
f+ck with mines, are you kiddin’? we ain’t got time for this sh+t
rapper tag, i just put mine in the mix
these motherf+ckers thought i couldn’t keep the flame up with my pile of sticks, bless ’em
[outro]
ecb; wombat, you’re up next

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