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nino man - bundle up lyrics

[verse 1: nino man]
i still hustle til’ the sun come up
i’m from harlem so my ones still up, it’s a cold winter
i’m selling dope, getting bundles off
same block we got money, we had rumbles off
back then, they used to wish me well
but they ain’t know i used to wish as well
i was stealing quarters out the wishing well
it was real back then, i was a different male
b-tches wouldn’t f-ck me cuz i used to kiss and tell
you d-mn right i did it my n-gga
use to call the homies like “yo, i hit it my n-gga”
i’m nino man, you know these hoes be winning my n-gga
she wanna count money but no, i shouldn’t my n-gga
i was making money off the block like (?)
always kept a burner in the building where the mail be
mail man asked where i get it, he like “tell me”
i’m like “n-gga, please, just tell me when i get mail, b”
if you from the streets, real n-ggas heard you
came from the sewer like a ninja turtle
ya’ll know nino man always speak the realist
but i’ma let the big bro, freeway k!ll this

[verse 2: freeway]
ex drug dealers, from bandles to villas
they seen a pick, they wonder what the deal is
they said i need a grip, they said “it’s no sweat
you bomb funk flex and stay next to them 5 peelers”
check my credentials, 100 million later, joint venture the same
label was al-qaeda
from the benches to world stardom, my crew made it
no, we can’t go cuz we so soulful like miles davis
down the way, i sold rocks to my neighbors
now, i’ma rockstar, repped the roc on stages
had to switch up the cadence to stack up my wages
it’s a given, need that college tuition for the babies
on a daily, had 3 wings, fried rice and gravy
used to push squadders, now we ride mercedes
used to rhyme for free but now, ya’ll gotta pay me
boy, i’m straight stuntin’; kayslay me
haters wanna lay me, mad cuz the radio play me
these people wanna doa me
that’s why i keep the jammy everywhere i go
coming for them grammy’s like my n-gga from chicago
it’s your chance, better go hard as i go
nice with the hands, hit ya’ll n-ggas wit a combo
still knocking n-ggas off their high horse; tonto
i’m roc nation’s muscle, head honcho
we vacate at brussels; eat waffles
we law low in the bay cuz we mobsters, n-gga

- nino man lyrics

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