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nick womack - aqua 8's lyrics

[hook]

bottom line, i don’t care what you gotta say
i swear these other artists, so out of shape
i run my city in these aqua 8’s, but the funny thing is
i moved out of state
bottom line, i don’t care what you gotta say
i swear these other artists, so out of shape
i run my city in these aqua 8’s, but the funny thing is
i moved out of state

[verse 1: nick womack]

yves st. laurent, damier checkers up under it
p-ssy n-ggas get burned, better learn who you f-ckin’ with
i spit sick sh-t and at times they can’t stomach it
k!llin’ it i’m going in, like i was on punishment
all the b-tches lovin’ it, and while we see funds
you making refunds tryna get yo’ money back
i love my team they love me back, heaters where they tummy at
boy you don’t want none of that, it’ll eat through ya’ skully cap
dj’s play me in the club, b-tches dancin’ now
i’m at the bar, takin’ more shots than tom clancy now
i made it a step up from wearing hand me downs
my feature price is going up, i’m gettin’ fancy now
progression is key, observation’s the way to learn
so mgk is up next, i had to wait a turn?
whoever knew hungry nights, and long days could earn
my team ballin’, lockin’ n-ggas out like david stern
that was a cold line. i never been one to hate
you in yo’ zone? fine. and i’m fashionably late
i’m never on time, i don’t know what you do in yo’ city
but i own mine

[hook]

[verse 2: nick womack]

in first cl-ss, writing raps, call it plane view
tweetin’ all my b-tches, and smoking. something you can’t do
shoutout to my n-ggas who always came through
and shoutout to the women doing the same too
i’m kickin’ different sh-t with the same crew, rookie of the year
blake griff my sh-t bang too. it’s so many people hatin’, maybe you should try it
with no label behind us, because this sh-t is biased. you wanna hear about the ratchets
i be spittin’, or maybe when it’s beef how imma go and pop a clip in? or how i’m in the
kitchen water whippin’? well, you supportin’ worthless rap, hope you never purchase that
bottom line, everything these artists say is fictional. if it was true, then them n-ggas
would be in prison so.. my n-ggas do dirt and hide low, until they hear the silence
i’m like a circus side show how i be spittin’ fire. and all my n-ggas smokin’ good
when they twist and light up, good year, she work my wood here, that’s why yo’ chick is tired
here’s a fact i can tell you about my similies, they ain’t all that, but i’ve mastered my delivery

nevermind the jordans, louie v’s what imma cop instead
it’s like i walked through a crime scene, because the bottoms red

i been the best in my age bracket since biggie died

- nick womack lyrics

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