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nuk – gang members lyrics

[intro]
jose the plug

[verse 1]
himalayan all on my body, mr. w+ng with me
only here to smoke through my hood, we all gang members
send a n+gga right to the lord, they say he save n+ggas
cop me some dope and then i blew up like the trade center
shh, they say them bullets really changed n+ggas
how you hard and five different discoveries got yo’ name in it?
you ain’t gangster, even if they cuffed you, you would hang with ’em
i see these little n+ggas goin’ down and takin’ names with ’em
we don’t f+ck with law
three dracs, a hundred rounds a piece, so you can’t duck ’em all
all twelve, all act around, we was like, “f+ck ’em all”
n+ggas from my past see us out and say, “what’s up wit’ y’all?”
shh, and we don’t give a f+ck
we gon’ keep on f+ckin’ up that money ’til they sick of us
count money and schedule nuts to bust
meet a b+tch and put it in her mouth, it’s like a suction cup
[verse 2]
we don’t never see these n+ggas out ’cause they’re scared of us
like i just got out, i keep the mag, and i’m quick to bust
b+tch, you know what’s up with us
once it’s there, it’s stuck with us
bro, i be like double dutch
that’s your b+tch, she tryna f+ck
i just made ten, it’s time to double up
i’ll beat a n+gga ass, but i got mad, put your knuckles up
brody dropped some wokky in the glass, he don’t like double cup
just f+cked a n+gga b+tch, and he in love, boy, you dumb as f+ck

[interlude]
ayy, i say, “just f+cked a n+gga b+tch, and he in love, boy, you dumb as f+ck”

[verse 3]
keep my seven drank, and i can’t stop, pass me another cup
tried to stop the player, think i’m sweet? boy, you dumb as f+ck
oh, that’s yo’ b+tch, little n+gga? yeah, she a sl+t
i just want the head, little b+tch, i’m kinda in a rush
i find my slime when he get the pack
these n+ggas talkin’ like they street but never been in that?
why these n+ggas talkin’ like they scared but never caught a jack?
little b+tch tastin’ like my shoes, b+tch, i [?]
this n+gga sick, he heard his b+tch a fed
last time i checked this little b+tch ain’t even have no man
i had my little n+ggas pull up in a minivan
probably on some ps when you see me, i’m the percy man
[verse 4]
thirty minutes out with the ps, let me surface first
boy, when we use the fish scale, ain’t for surf and turfs
bouta roll all fifties, presidential, let me get my turn
got a b+tch with gucci b+tch waist, she let grip her curves
i ain’t gon’ tell her when i hit it, i’ma keep my word
either way i hustle for my sh+t, i got it off the curb
shh, and that’s what in reserve
i can’t love a b+tch, they draftin’ n+ggas like they david stern
told him, “hit me when the bails land,” only want the strong
he gon’ shoot him with the mailman, think he caught him alone
shh, now that’s the work we know
we the ones who chickened in the field, it’s like the turkey bowl
how we do the bricks, we be scannin’ more than idaho
little bro like lightning with blues, but this ain’t dynaco
shh, don’t need no charm or look
leave me in the trizzy for a year, gon’ need an armored truck
shh, feds watchin’, know i’m worth a buck
i spent twenty thousand in defense, they make it hard for what?
i’m on a run worth three pateks
i’ma take that info to the grave, they know our secret kept
[grab some pins?], two different banks, i leave a check in three
spot a p+ssy, burn his ass up like a std

- nuk lyrics

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