nuk - fuck niggas lyrics
[intro]
(bangthatsh+t)
[verse 1]
i’m like f+ck n+ggas, we skunk n+ggas
sellin’ all that dog and all that ice, i made a pupsicle
got my lil’ n+gga mixin’ the rizz, he washed up on it
a k!ller b+tch dream, i make ’em sick when i don’t f+ck on ’em
told my n+ggas i’ma get us rich, i give it all my time
my n+ggas wicked, they be gettin’ hit just like they rbis
i’ma pull my hoodie off, i want that boy to see me blast
came up off a walkin’ pit, i stump it out like jimmy jazz
what you know about gettin’ that dog and givin’ it a bath?
i might press an extra twenty thousand if they get me mad
told my b+tch i’m always on the run, i gotta rip and dash
ask these n+ggas do they play it bool or is they flippin’ flags?
told bro that i’m gon’ put one down, forever in this deck
i slide more than alex rodriguez, i’m in full effect
i might hit a b+tch while we in traffic, call that human s+x
every time i touch in baton rouge, i always got my tec
[chorus]
my fans tell me keep goin’
all this rap money, i stand over the pot while i’m in rick owens
i got dog food, i ain’t got time to waste, i gotta get goin’
y’all just not gettin’ hip just by half this sh+t i’ve been doin’
a pretty b+tch with my d+ck in her hands, i tell her keep blowin’
i’m shoppin’ every time i land somewhere, so i don’t need troy
you would never find your mans, you better off lookin’ for nemo
you gotta know i’m talkin’ shots, but i got six hundred like memo
[verse 2]
they say that dope get in a n+gga pores, i do it with my fingers
i keep boy and i keep girl, i match it up like christian mingle
heard the opps just bought another chop, ooh, they finna need it
if i see n+ggas while we out here, i drop early like a premium
i could write into these freaky b+tches, who you fanned out for?
you can’t put a n+gga in my place like shane falco
two k!llers ridin’ in the whip when i’m with my n+gga driz
my n+gga cajun, really wanna k him, he like what he said
my n+gga cajun, really wanna k him, i’m like, “like he said”
i gotta keep me always right by me, i don’t know how he play it
i gotta keep me always right by me, i don’t know how he play it
[chorus]
my fans tell me keep goin’
all this rap money, i stand over the pot while i’m in rick owens
i got dog food, i ain’t got time to waste, i gotta get goin’
y’all just not gettin’ hip just by half this sh+t i’ve been doin’
a pretty b+tch with my d+ck in her hands, i tell her keep blowin’
i’m shoppin’ every time i land somewhere, so i don’t need troy
you would never find your mans, you better off lookin’ for nemo
you gotta know i’m talkin’ shots, but i got six hundred like memo
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