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nickleanin - real shit lyrics

nickleanin:
it was full guarantee it’s unloaded
i’m back with the pistol and i’m never boasting
guarantee it that i’m never showing
your b-tch in my whip
guarantee it she hoeing
and ya lil b-tch wanna hold it
she wanna wear my chain
but i said she don’t know me
she wanna get my number to phone me
she sound like a fan that could never ignore me
real sh-t
wig split
get ripped quick
i don’t really give a f-ck bout sh-t b-tch
drive by might drift
like rip stick
yo b-tch hit my line want quick d-ck
i’m smoking on nerd like quintin
i’m grabbing her purse then i’m dipping
you don’t wanna get hurt good riddance
b-tch gimme my sp-ce my distance

jaytrappin:
talking tough on the internet
you not no shooter
i stay with them k’s
heard you got a ruger
turn you to stone
i ain’t talking medusa
fat -ss just like she working at hooters
but i will not love her
you know imma use her
i’m jus tryna screw her
first i eat her cooter
then imma do her
then order a uber
i leave in a wraith
and you leave in a scooter
lil buddy you broke
you is no shooter
nickleanin gon f-ck her
and then he gon boot her
you boys be so goofy
i swear y’all some goobers
you still serving grams
boy you is a loser

nickleanin:
she all up on me she just want some ex
i want me some throat i don’t need me no s-x
she say i’m the goat she gon say i’m the best
you shooting at me better shoot for my head
you shooting at me better pray that i’m dead
jaytrappin on go and he right at ur neck
i do it for me
on no b-tch need to flex
you copping a p i rob you for the rest
i said im that jit
been it
ball like a scrimmage
all of my team we gon eat like sum pilgrims
he send me his track
and he beg me to feel him
he want him a feature
you know imma bill it
talk down imma k!ll him
the blood imma spill n
pull up on your block 30 deep
finna spin it
180 is up on the dash u ain’t finish
the work i’m gon serve on a plate i got dishes
ya hoe jus be beggin like i’m granting wishes
the pack it be loud it be smelling like fishes
i’m putting the tip in
and then i be dipping
on lean i be sipping
the d-ck she be missin

jaytrappin:
she said my d-ck a whistle she jus gonna face it
the hottest cracka but they still gon be racist
my music is trash but my song on your playlist
rap that you is bout it till you get your brain split
i wear them gloves
the crackers can’t trace it
26 the pound
and you know imma sw-ng it
if you copping weight
then order and place it
i f-ck with lil chris cuz i know he gon bang b-tch
shoutout wifi they gon slide on some gang sh-t
yo team soft i don’t care who you hang with
they ain’t steppin you better replace em
my toolie ain’t on me then i’m i’m jus gon shank him

nickleanin:
b-tch i’m with jay
and they say
he be trappin
you don’t want no smoke
we got pistols we blastin
i drop me a roof on the coup
might have crashed it
you see me
we up in the cut
we be snappin
if you talk imma crash ya
the gas ion p-ss it
ya b-tch throwin me -ss n
2 g he be blastin
call chris he gon smash ya
throw hands i don’t wrap ya
jay trap
in the back
if you act
he attack you

jaytrappin:
if i’m not with yo b-tch
then i’m at the trap house
she wanna f-ck
so i might blow her back out
she wanna hit it
i told her like right now
she wanna f-ck i told buddy to pipe down

nickleanin:
ay no pen and no pad
it’s off the dome
i don’t wanna f-ck her
i got me some throat
i could merk a jit and leave him in a moat
i’m f-cking her p-ssy it’s wet like a boat

jaytrappin:
i’m up in the kitchen
you know that i’m whippin
she jus wanna f-ck
give her d-ck then i’m dippin
she jus wanna f-ck
cuz i blow like a piston
i’m getting this money
you know that i’m winnin

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