nimbus - trap fantasy lyrics
bridge:
back in the back of the lac
my mom from the south
and my pops from the trap
he moved out the city
he used to sell pack
real n-ggas out-number the n-ggas with cl-ss
b-tch talking sl1ck and we come for that -ss
she popping pills and i’m watching her clap
tell the bartender put that on tab
and if i’m too faded then call me a cab
verse:
my grandfather was a hustler
taught me to never ever be a buster
know a couple n-ggas selling that custard
rocking supreme in the cutl-ss
camoflauge tees help us blend in
pray the lord forgive me for my sins
taking shots like a n-gga won’t win
drink a fif of that juice n gin
hold fast i’m faded n-gga
jaded looks wearing gold chains
b-tch give me sugar like your neighbor n-gga
yea that b-tch is my old thang
one day i’m gonna whip that foreign
pinky ring on yea thats dolce
first round draft pick i’m balling
so watch me fall back like a fade away
bridge:
b-tch -ss n-gga get your m-th-f-cking hands up
b-tch -ss n-gga get your m-th-f-cking hands up
b-tch -ss n-gga get your m-th-f-cking hands up
b-tch -ss n-gga get your m-th-f-cking hands up
hook:
i ain’t here for a lifetime
i’m only here for a nice time
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