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nayim edwards – junkies need junk lyrics

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[intro]:

money, ho’s, wifi
money, clothes, wifi
money, dope, wifi
f+ck the b+tch, wifi
sick his d+ck, wifi
get the bag, wifi
k!ll his ass, wifi

[verse 1]:

they never tell you
what you need to make it
the answer is money
but who the f+ck paying
most of my peers
ain’t got sh+t to they name
so they naked on camera
& f+cking for change
i had to stop listening to these n+ggas
with answers, but got no results to display
stopped going to church
cuz the pastors a liar
& spent all our tithes
on his wife & his range

did i say b+tches?
bring up the b+tches
you know i love b+tches
you know i’m addicted
you know i love f+cking
i f+ck everyday
i f+ck if she mine
i f+ck if she ain’t
i f+ck til she love me
i know it’s gon change
i f+ck then i dip
with a smile and a wave
i f+ck then i dip
& i know we just met
i hit raw
why we f+cking like aids don’t exist?

[hook]:

i need fast food, need dope, need internet
what’s the wifi?
tryna like her sh+t on instagram
you know the cell phone like crack
hit the app
double tap, it’s binge day
double you see wednesday
i can’t get a job
how the f+ck am i a winner
crack cards, swipe left, swipe right
illegal tinder
i might blow on the bar
either alcohol or xanies
cuz i’m caught up in the life
& n0body understands me

hold up

i like a rap b+tch, like a trap b+tch
everyday in the street, getting active
i like em black, sh+t, i like em ratchet
tattoos on the tity, getting active
i like the ass thick, and the thighs thick
a bad b+tch i can go commit a crime with
i let her know, i never settle down or settle
i never count my blessings
when i’m sitting round the devil

[verse 2}:

10 hrs a day, they send us away
be taught by the enemy
left with a stranger
come back and we say
that yeah, we are g+y
they say we don’t know
what we talking bout
oooh, they say we confused
they say it’s a phase
they mad and they had it
they calling us f+ggot
the f+ck is you saying
you pose to be mama
you pose to be dad

why pledge my allegiance
to flags? that egregious
to countries that hate us
when they know they need us
but still they gon k!ll us
stretched out on the street
by f+cking race soldiers
disguised as police
it’s captured on camera
it’s all in hd
the whole world is watching
& n0body weeps
instead, they just blame us
say tally our losses
so no, i don’t care
bout yo f+cking armed forces

we tell our children to be they self
they grow up, & look
how they see they self
that n+gga don’t want me
he curving me
so ima just go get this surgery
it cost me a grip
but it raised up my price
i’ll do anything for attention & likes
cuz that’s all these n+ggas gon see
see, gotta offer to go be on tv

wasn’t raised up on love
just raised by some thugs
that told me that drugs
was the wave to get paid
i’m building myself up
destroying these families
i’m blessed with these curses
i’m passing out turkeys
& toys to children
it all appears nice
but fathers are hurting
look at me like christ
cuz i’m feeding they vices
i’m god in the wild
i’m the reason your son
is a motherless child

[hook]:

i need fast food, need dope, need internet
what’s the wifi?
tryna like her sh+t on instagram
you know the cell phone like crack
hit the app
double tap, it’s binge day
double you see wednesday
i can’t get a job
how the f+ck am i a winner
crack cards, swipe left, swipe right
illegal tinder
i might blow on the bar
either alcohol or xanies
cuz i’m caught up in the life
& n0body understands me

hold up

i like a rap b+tch, like a trap b+tch
everyday in the street, getting active
i like em black, sh+t, i like em ratchet
tattoos on the tity, getting active
i like the ass thick, and the thighs thick
a bad b+tch i can go commit a crime with
i let her know, i never settle down or settle
i never count my blessings
when i’m sitting round the devil

[ontro]:

money, ho’s, wifi
money, clothes, wifi
money, dope, wifi
f+ck the b+tch, wifi
sick his d+ck, wifi
get the bag, wifi
k!ll his ass, wifi

ya, ya

money, ho’s, wifi
money, clothes, wifi
money, dope, wifi
f+ck the b+tch, wifi
sick his d+ck, wifi
get the bag, wifi
k!ll his ass, wifi

- nayim edwards lyrics

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