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nic west - cadence lyrics

intro
aye its two places i ain’t going and that’s back+and+forth ya smell me
come get you a dose of this pimpin’ baby
check

verse 1
fresh to death like a cherry wood casket
catch me chilling my feet up relaxing
go to sleep with 2 10’s in my mattress
but don’t try me i keep prophylactic (protection)
don’t be afraid to be different i know you diggin’ the logic
she thought it was sweet like i was gone trick on ha
aye shawty you outta pocket
cause i don’t do nothing for free, respect the game like i’m meek
photo ready i’m always on fleeee
say cheese shawn cotton
you gone work until you die, learn how to get a bag whilе you sleep
been making plays on the internet
takе it from me, got the blueprint like jay z
what you know about guns and b+tta
when it comes to the bag i don’t fumble
let me rap to baby no mumble
pop my sh+t, have you wet as a puddle (drip)
you betta get wid da lingo, all dis ism in my cadence
tell me what’s yo love language, mine is words of affirmation
you don’t gotta fake it to make it
h+lllloooo

chorus 1
you ain’t gotta fake it to make it
ima keep it p and keep it playa
girl you know it’s in me it ain’t on me
never find another one and only
you ain’t gotta fake it to make it
i’m getting paper, i’m kicking flavor
hear you talking, gotta show me
girl you know it’s in me it ain’t on me

verse 2
ima big tymer, da #1 stunna
i’m a wizard when it comes to numbers
westbrook how it triple double aye
i’m ballin’ wid no jumper
ima getting money muhfugga
not on me it’s always been in me
get rich or die trying like 50
high earner not rich yet aye baby just call me henry
i got game for a lame i got plenty
i’m not blowing smoke i’m not a chimney
you a savage when you rocking fenty
i know you diggin’ my fragrance
dis valentino not issey miyake
all dis flavor dripping teriyaki
ima playboi no carti
i’m gone..
chorus 2
you ain’t gotta fake it to make it
ima keep it p and keep it playa
girl you know it’s in me it ain’t on me
never find another one and only
you ain’t gotta fake it to make it
i’m getting paper, i’m kicking flavor
hear you talking, gotta show me
girl you know it’s in me it ain’t on me

outro
fresh to death like a cherry wood casket
but don’t try me i keep prophylactic
khickaaaaaaaaa
that’s coming from a pimp named nic west you dig
know what i’m saying i got flavor for every neighbor
thoroughbreds in my stable
know what i’m saying, i walk the walk; i talk the talk
you gone need a gps, so you don’t get lost in all this sauce

- nic west lyrics

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