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nnb - sprayin' lyrics

[chorus: benji]
got cash in my pocket (cash), yuh yuh
coupe faster than a rocket, yuh yuh
callin’ up your b-tch, she gonna suck it, uh uh uh
bust down da door, you better lock it, yuh yuh
gucci sweater finna rock it, yuh yuh
i’m tired of people playing
gotta listen what i’m sayin’
found yo b-tch in my bed, layin’
walkin’ on the streets with a choppa i`m sprayin’

[verse: nigel]
next day wearing fashion
next week we bought a mansion
got a lotta dollars so you know i`m finna cash in (cash)
my wifey got a fat -ss, i call her kim kardashian (wow!)
that ugly n-gga got a fat head, i wanna bash in (fo-)
got a lotta cheese but i ain`t no mouse
i`m already boomin’ so you should come out the house (fo-)
b-tches gonna start crying when i shoot they spouse
i see a lot rappers trynna chase the f-cking clout (why?)
but i`m at the top, like i’m high n-gga (bleh)
yeah i`m small, but my d-ck is big n-gga (iewl)
yeah i got a mill, mill finger n-gga (wow)
and i put it in your -ss like a lil’ n-gga (facts!)

{verse: daan}
gucci on my feet, smoking all my weed (facts!)
you hear my verse, now it’s all on repeat (wow)
blowin’ up the smoke, sippin up some c0ke
i be wearing all off-white like the f-cking pope (white)

[interlude: benji]
hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm, hmm hmm
hmm, hmm hmm hmm, hmm, hmm

[chorus: nigel]
got cash in my pocket, yuh, yuh
coupe faster than a rocket, yuh yuh
callin’ up your b-tch, she gonna suck it, yuh yuh uh uh uh
bust down da door, you better lock it, yuh yuh
gucci sweater, finna rock it, yuh yuh
i’m tired of people playing
gotta listen what i’m sayin’
found yo b-tch in my bed, layin’
walkin’ with a sticky and i`m gonna start sprayin’
benji!

[verse: benji]
puttin on a verse (verse)
put it in reverse (verse)
this is explicit n-gga expect a lot of curse (fo-)
taking meds think it’s healing like a f-cking nurse
thinking i’m a star but i don’t wear converse (wow)
running jumping walking crawling with a f-cking duffle
bombs be droppin’ randomly call it f-ckin’ shuffle (b-b-boe)
after i`m done k!lling the beat imma bury my shovel (sho)
sugar cane sweet sweet sweet like a choco truffle
dripped out feel like i can fly
jumpin jet reach for the sky
time to face eye to eye
bullet time, time to die
i`m putting you in a grave
water on my wrist, call it a wave
storing cash in a safe
cause’ you n-gga’s can’t behave

- nnb lyrics

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