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nice - p free lyrics

[intro: nice]
(this beat hard as h+ll, what up, primo?)
(primo beats on the track)
ayy

[verse 1: nice]
earrings a quarter key, amiri jeans, order three
was my big homie, times change, he wanna be like me
i’m feelin’ like i’m the livest n+gga in 313
dog sh+t stickin’ out my pockets, why i need id
i’m that, n+ggas hoes far as i can see
’bout to start takin’ n+ggas’ hoes, f+ck it, come with me
just paid a thousand dollars, box supreme tee
your people only payin’ thirty, now you need me
daddy was a boss, granddaddy boss, son gon’ be a boss
ain’t no fight+fight, son knock him off
i don’t f+ckin’ talk, any altercation, pop the trunk
you n+ggas couldn’t walk a mile in these sb dunks
he done blew his lil’ paper, so i guess he need trump
don’t call me for the tеns if you only grabbin’ one (that’s it)
p free, live in the flеsh, watch 3d
pull up in the hood, grab a ninety+pack from g.t.
[verse 2: peezy]
first day out of jail, i blew ninety racks easy
second day, i made it right back, b+tch, i’m peezy
kids pointin’ when they see me, b+tches sayin’ sh+t like, “there he go”
right back in a groove, i’m on they ass and you already know
we got work for cheap, you need somethin’, sh+t, just let me know
i ain’t had this pint for twenty minutes, it’s already gone
granny hate i hustle, used to have my fiends come to the store
ran into them n+ggas, they wasn’t on what they say they on
pull up, come and talk to me in person, i don’t talk on no phone
jeans by mike amiri, shirt by louis, i don’t rock vlone
told my b+tch to wait for me at home, i ain’t gon’ be long
i can’t do no feature with no n+gga who ain’t sold no dope

[verse 3: rio da yung og]
sh+t, i’m tryna own a boat
and i don’t want no crackers ’round me if they don’t smoke dope
she just sucked the whole d+ck for two hours, i think her throat broke
four+five blow him down like a ‘wood, i wanna smoke smoke
n+gga, i give the whole hood hope, bro
and they know i’m cooler than a b+tch, i ain’t no ho, though
muddy+ass pop, twenty ounce, that ain’t a four, though
n+gga just got k!lled around the corner and i’m chillin’ at the store, though
santa claus, it’s two n+ggas with you, ho, ho, ho
all y’all n+ggas p+ssy, n+gga
first time bro slid for a body, he took me with him
your baby mama pulled up on me in your car and f+cked me in it
[verse 4: team eastside lil p]
glock on, wock’ on me, pop on me, and box on me
opp drop on me, active, i got wop on me
i ain’t into wall street, but i got stock on me
my n+gga did a lot of murders, he got tear drops on him
i was on the ‘hound with a thousand oxycontin
i was in the field for the pop, it’s not for cotton
if i hit your b+tch once, my n+gga, ain’t no stoppin’
they can hit the lights, i’m in the ‘cat, i ain’t stoppin’, b+tch

[outro]
(this beat hard as h+ll, what up, primo?)
(primo beats on the track)

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