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nechie - high end lyrics

[intro]
(aj stay workin, god)

[chorus]
come through this b+tch in a big+body benz, cartier lens
can’t get no b+tch ’cause i’m f+ckin’ her friends
look at my fabric, really a savage, keep automatics
step in this b+tch and this sh+t could get tragic
i got this sh+t on these n+ggas, be cappin’ (oh), money keep pilin’
livin’ life, everything high end, everything lavish
i get the cabbage, live in the city of magic
f+ck on this lil’ pretty b+tch out in magic (magic)
put the d+ck in her tummy, i’m gettin’ too much of the money (yeah)
wrist on tsunami, n+ggas is funny
act like they gangster, get hit with a hundred
n+ggas don’t want it
you can get slapped (grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
you n+ggas is sweeter than honey

[verse 1]
neck and my wrist is so lovely
these n+ggas so bummy, these n+ggas be fumblin’ and crumblin’ (yeah)
i got a bag, n+ggas that want it, i pull up, i’m on it, these n+ggas get smashed
i take him out like the trash, two fifty in cash, all in the bag
n+ggas is bad, n+ggas ain’t havin’ no cash
n+ggas, they goin’ outside sad (yeah)
b+tch, i’m your dad, you gon’ do just what i tell her
i pimp on that b+tch and go f+ck in the cellar
realer, i hit the street with my gun and a pillow
jumped off the porch when that n+gga was little
hangin’ with k!llers and dealers
these n+ggas be cappin’, these n+ggas ain’t with it
i just be trappin’ and flippin’ (yeah)
traffick that pack out the trenches (yeah)
get hit with a bomb, act like you dumb
look at how far i done come (yeah), i started with crumbs
i got a loaf, look at my wrist and the diamonds, i need me a float
water, i got a quarter, f+ck on your daughter, watch how i slaughter (yeah)
run through your hood like da marta, i lock it down like the carter
act like they wanna get slaughtered
[chorus]
come through this b+tch in a big+body benz, cartier lens
can’t get no b+tch ’cause i’m f+ckin’ her friends
look at my fabric, really a savage, keep automatics
step in this b+tch and this sh+t could get tragic
i got this sh+t on these n+ggas, be cappin’ (oh), money keep pilin’
livin’ life, everything high end, everything lavish
i get the cabbage, live in the city of magic
f+ck on this lil’ pretty b+tch out in magic (magic)
put the d+ck in her tummy, i’m gettin’ too much of the money (yeah)
wrist on tsunami, n+ggas is funny
act like they gangster, get hit with a hundred
n+ggas don’t want it
you can get slapped (grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
you n+ggas is sweeter than honey

[verse 2]
pull up in big bodies
man, these b+tches, they callin’ me big papi
man, the hundred and plus got my wrist rocky
for the money, she suck on that d+ck sloppy
i got a fetish for vvs’s
got baguettes in all of my f+ckin’ necklace
if you ready, this sh+t can get f+ckin’ reckless
ain’t no question, you n+ggas is f+ckin’ peasants
man, you n+ggas too little
twenty pointers in the face of the bezel
pull up on him, hit that big with a missile
it cut him like b+tter, bring in a shovel
walk in that b+tch, leave a puddle
i had to hustle, triple the double
stack up the chips, i ain’t talkin’ no ruffles
boy, you bet’ watch what you say, get the muscle
you can get k!lled, man, your mama gon’ suffer
hit stick, watch, he drop and he fumble
cold+hearted, boy, i need me a cover
bigger than big, i got the check
i put the ice ’round my motherf+ckin’ neck
it’s bigger than big, boy, that’s a fact
these n+ggas p+ssy, they bangin’ on wax
everything high end, livin’ my life, it’s so lovely
i’m gettin’ too much of the money
[chorus]
come through this b+tch in a big+body benz, cartier lens
can’t get no b+tch ’cause i’m f+ckin’ her friends
look at my fabric, really a savage, keep automatics
step in this b+tch and this sh+t could get tragic
i got this sh+t on these n+ggas, be cappin’ (oh), money keep pilin’
livin’ life, everything high end, everything lavish
i get the cabbage, live in the city of magic
f+ck on this lil’ pretty b+tch out in magic (yeah)
put the d+ck in her tummy, i’m gettin’ too much of the money (yeah)
wrist on tsunami, n+ggas is funny
act like they gangster, get hit with a hundred
n+ggas don’t want it
you can get slapped (grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
you n+ggas is sweeter than honey

[outro]
you can get slapped (grrah), with a brick and run off with your money
you n+ggas is sweeter than honey

- nechie lyrics

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