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nuk - experiments lyrics

[verse 1:]
5 stay ridin’ but i got sh-t to do be (?)
b-tch i made 60 on experiments
they feds h-t that door, is you gon’ punk up?
can you get them grams down the toilet when you got one flush?
can you handle all that sh-t that you be speaking?
set up in a town, find a trap and keep it secret?
can you handle all that shaving and that pack work
told when you home, don’t blow yo cheese you gotta stack first
b-tches askin’ where im at im o.t genesis
my brothers caught a case and it was theft of ident-ty
all the poor times b-tch we remember meech
takin’ meech chances on the road with yams in the seat
give him 81 he catching b-lls like he megatron
when im in the south i always post up at the chevron
phone slap like it’s a telethon
i can’t stand a fake bouji b-tch i need ghetto vibes

[hook:]
keep it street with me, i keep it street with you
my lil n-gg-s poppin’ beans they on the loose
they dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
til i showed his lil -ss 300 he like (wooo)

[bridge:]
they dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like bishop i got juice
are 5’s in the sky lil n-gg- we like (wooo)
dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof

[hook:]
keep it street with me, i keep it street with you
my lil n-gg-s poppin’ beans they on the loose
they dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
til i showed his lil -ss 300 he like (wooo)

[bridge:]
they dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like bishop i got juice
our 5’s in the sky lil n-gg- we like (wooo)
dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof

[verse 2:]
make it happen with the bag b-tch i promise
doubled off the dog tripled off of roxies
got every color for a head like tekashi
get a light bag and stuff a b-tch i met at onyx
the hoes dont never like my vibe they say its toxic
if you dont know my trapworth b-tch im polished
b-tch ain’t never see no cheese he too modest
spot still slappin i cook more than betty crocker
no soulja boy sh-t big draco with the comma
i ain’t ruth chris her boy i hit her off carrabba’s
n-gg-s hate im up but the b-tches gon’ remind em
got experience, experiments be perfect timin’
hoes love the way the racks look off my thighs
work my way up from a slice until i had a pie
countin’ up the huns and twenties in a pile
tell they -ss that im the top chef and take a bow

[hook:]
keep it street with me, i keep it street with you
my lil n-gg-s poppin’ beans they on the loose
they dont even want no cheese they wanna shoot
til i showed his lil -ss 300 he like (wooo)

[bridge:]
they dont like the way we move they say we rude
700 oranges, im like bishop i got juice
our 5’s in the sky lil n-gg- we like (wooo)
dead on arrival brodie landed on his roof

- nuk lyrics

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