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nik yato - black card lyrics

[part i]

[opening]
ok, yeah f+ck
yeah, alright

[verse 1]
dress too hot, no hypebeast
all y’all trynna be nike, do it uh
buckle down deep my psyche
people wanna be just like me, ditto uh
money out the wazoo
stuck on some old sh+t, dawg i don’t like you
suck my cashews
fake bereals when you talking ’bout taboo
i be in a new fit
new sh+t, goes real hard in a cool whip, oh yeah
talking bout movement
turned fake friends into snakes like medusa, oh sh+t
y’all don’t wanna play, press your b+ttons
get x’d out, ha like a video game
trick out like i’m rollerblading
blow up like a hand grenade, ha!

[verse 2]
sitting in my peace like a buddhist
i ain’t really trynna go through you’s
all of my sides be thinking i’m their unus
running over losers
get in, shopping b+tch you clueless, uh
let the knife talk, billy loomis
still make her shine, went to the jewellers, uh
dealt with too many judas’, uh
can’t hold me down, you useless, uh
[verse 3]
never mind all that
making my art, y’all stuck in the wabac
face mask on, don’t like copycats
bite my style, too bad i’m a nomad, yeah
ski mask, pink on the seams
left sydney like i canceled scream, yeah
everybody wanna do something
everybody gonna do nothing
you fronting, yeah

[verse 4]
i don’t give f+cks no more
i don’t give f+cks no more, yeah
imma try to set my score
all of you f+cks want war, nah
i don’t give f+cks no more
i don’t give f+cks no more, yeah
imma keep a buck with you
i want more, i’m coming for it all, yeah

[part ii]

[hook]
make it make sense
motherf+ckers wanna make cents
i ain’t got patience
f+ckers wanna say sh+t
under surveillance, no limitations
b+tch i’m gracious
i got a sweet ass tooth
taste my nuts, i raise the roof
ain’t no way i’m stuck you goof
don’t you dare f+ck up my groove
you f+cking tool, i’m up now dude
[verse 1]
my mask on like a nice vest
your sh+t off like a man with no conscience
high sh+t, i smoke gas my eyes rest
don’t f+ck with me i’m a man on a conquest, uh
slide in a motherf+cking truck
cognac in the cut, my ass is drunk
two bad b+tches in the room, they f+cking
you lucky, you gon’ make it out untouched, yeah

[verse 2]
b+tch you know i’m good
i’m showing up phonies who say they pro
b+tch you riding gooch
you toasting to homies that you don’t know
like, what you really wanna say?
get paid, spend it all on a new chain
50k on a ride that’s tinted
you minted, i’m living
tell me who you really kidding, huh?
[hook]
make it make sense
motherf+ckers wanna make cents
i ain’t got patience
f+ckers wanna say sh+t
under surveillance, no limitations
b+tch i’m gracious
i got a sweet ass tooth
taste my nuts, i raise the roof
ain’t no way i’m stuck you goof
don’t you dare f+ck up my groove
you f+cking tool, i’m up now dude

[outro]
spend a couple thousand for a black card
tell me do you really gotta thank god?
nah

- nik yato lyrics

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