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nsg - drunk guitar lyrics

[intro]
legendury beatz
eyes all red, i’m still alright
kush from kway, take me sky high
you ain’t been high before
you ain’t been high before
dem boy there inform
getting these racks in bulk
don’t you disturb
getting these racks in bulk

[verse 1]
see i get it my way
so n0body cannot come in my lane
so many guys wanna take my place
pay no mind i could never be fazed
now you could never catch me smoking lemon haze
turn up all night cah we grinding all day
messing wit da money, yeah someone’s gotta pay
you can never be gang, lil’ n+gga you’s a lame

[pre+chorus]
i don’t know him, he ain’t part of the gang
messing with the money then your messing with the plan
i hope that you know that’s a no, no, uh
somethin’ gotta go,go
i don’t know her but she’s suckin’ up the gang, uh
she love the money, loving up the man
oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze
[chorus]
on a weekday we still get turnt
just went tape with nine of my g’s
now i’m in the members with nine lightees
so many guys nuh want me succeed, nah
spent your budget on lv
dark shades you can’t read my next move, nah
i can read your eyes, you are an intruder

[verse 2]
no id, the squad still party
and no you can’t see me, i’m in vip
not your average boy, band uh truss me
had the contraband, hidden in my jeans
ratchet parked, pack split
with my brudda cash in half, plastic
n+ggas i don’t f+ck with, nah
wrapped in clean, the way the tunes come hard
on god

[verse 3]
they talk my name online, they don’t like me
blessings on blessings, is all i see
so i give thanks to the almighty
on god, hold on
see last time i was at the club
ten dom perignon to this table
girl you don’t bring nothing else all time
so you better be grateful
[pre+chorus]
i don’t know him, he ain’t part of the gang
messing with the money then your messing with the plan
i hope that you know that’s a no, no, uh
somethin’ gotta go,go
i don’t know her but she’s suckin’ up the gang, uh
she love the money, loving up the man
oh my wrists on gold, oh my neck on froze

[chorus]
on a weekday we still get turnt
just went tape with nine of my g’s
now i’m in the members with nine lightees
so many guys nuh want me succeed, nah
spent your budget on lv
dark shades you can’t read my next move, nah
i can read your eyes, you are an intruder

- nsg lyrics

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