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nate spanish - junk lyrics

[verse 1]

richard mille up on my wrist, like i’m odell beckham
monsters in my head, i can never catch ’em
winning in the league like f+ckin’ ash ketchum
this is really nate cuz nathan never met him

[hook]

stop, drop and roll, bodies on the floor (floor, floor)
stop, drop and roll, got the fire at the door (yeah!)
stop, drop, and roll everybody know
tryna make it out alive but i need some more (woah!)

[verse 2]

spilled ink, spilled milk, all these motherf+ckers been talking sh+t
got the ‘zooka on my lap, you can come and talk to it
talking bout that face to face, the heavies fall from saving grace
spanish put them in their place and you ain’t left your house in days
drop and roll when the flame gon’ hit, been so sick of that same old sh+t
my mind’s on levels that you won’t get
these other motherf+ckers ain’t f+ck with the kid (eee!)

[hook]
stop, drop and roll, bodies on the floor (floor, floor)
stop, drop and roll, got the fire at the door (yeah!)
stop, drop, and roll everybody know
tryna make it out alive but i need some more (woah!)

(scream)

- nate spanish lyrics

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