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nuez - gamble lyrics

[chorus: hoodrich pablo juan]
wanna be me but you can’t
get up and run to the bank
got water, i drip like a sink
wrist in the x with the perks and the drink
foreign engine, push the b-tton to crank, yeah
i f-cked that b-tch for a pint, swag
i got a dab like a shank
chopper city like a new orleans saint, yeah
i wanna f-ck, gucci bag, i’ma fill this sh-t up
came from the hood so i don’t give no f-cks
you can’t see that i got it but it’s tucked
you wanna gamble n-gga, try your luck
shootin’ dice, rollin’ cookies up
expensive life, you can’t do it like us
we mixin’ the act with the hi-tech and tuss

[verse 1: hoodrich pablo juan]
i know you would if you could
i got rich but i’m still in the hood
mixin’ codeine and caffeine, makin’ mud
i just popped me a perc, d-mn i’m high as f-ck
ooh, she wet, dive in it, i’m swimmin’
shawty too cool, she wet like linen
rockin’ cartiers and they tinted
they be tryna do the swag i invented
when i was broke i was never penny pinchin’
come to your front door, you act like it’s tension
f-cked the b-tch from instagram off a mention
el patron, call the shooters my henchmen
i’m rich like a carter, i dunk like vincent
broke n-gga, i can’t pay him no attention
your money ain’t long enough, still in the inches
i just touched down with the pack in the trenches
i hit your b-tch like a wide receiver
smoke out the bag, got a lot of reefer
jumanji saint laurent, it’s made by a cheetah
i got her real cheap, n-gga you gotta keep her
young n-gga come through like jeepers creepers
servin’ sixteen like i just did a feature
f-cked that lil b-tch then i’m catchin’ amnesia
i’m the hoodwolf, i’m the most hated by peta

[verse 2: lil baby]
you want to gamble n-gga, try your luck
i got this pistol on me, i’ma bust
n-gga try rob me, n-gga i’ma buck
that’s on my mama, i ain’t gon’ give it up
i make them youngins come and hit you up
i’m in rari, bruh in bentley truck
they on my drip, i had to switch it up
hop out the vert, i got the semi tucked
got on her skirt, i’m tryna lift it up
bend over, hit from the back, ayy
give you a couple these racks, ayy
i’m on that red, i can’t stand up
do whatever to make sure them bands up
i’m a g so you know i’ma man up
everywhere i go i got them bands tucked
too much money, i can’t hold my pants up
pinky ring on fleek, tennis chains on fleek
nothin’ ’bout a n-gga cheap, i can do this every week, rarely even get sleep
i’m on an adderall, i’m on that hi-tech and that red
i’m on an adderall, i want some hi-tech and that red

- nuez lyrics

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