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nuk - golden state lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatsh+t)

[verse 1]
boy, don’t hit the ‘gram with that ice, that’s zirconium
tryna run up 10.5 m’s, that’s the mode i’m in
give me two l’s before i talk up on that podium
i stay with the slime, nickelodeon
me and ride f+ck two foreign hoes, we in zidonia
old friends throwin’ salt on me, i’m cuttin’ sodium
my n+ggas shootin’ bags, not on the ‘gram, so they don’t notice them
they’ve been out there flippin’ so much jelly, they’re patrollin’ ’em
whip it up, we talkin’ ’bout the jelly, that’s petroleum
this fn, i use it like a grill like it’s mongolian
we did all the straps, never laces on our pradas
yeah, we still buyin’ shoes, but they dolce and gabbana
thousand dollar pops, boy, we toast up over pasta
she pick up my load, she moroccan
turnaround after turnaround, supersonic
my white boys scorin’, luka dončić

[chorus]
all my friends out servin’ grams, my n+ggas so equipped
we all sharks, these n+ggas whales like they moby d+ck
we got routes and we got workers, but they only temps
we tax n+ggas so high that they gon’ go exempt
[verse 2]
i was out buyin’ beans that you ain’t know exist
they try to catch us with the bag, but we gon’ resist
the phones slap all day, so we gon’ go in shifts
she serve fiends all day for a couple sniffs
we got our racks up to our ear, we think the road a sport
they get high by extra senses, he ain’t show remorse
seen the old n+ggas rich, they pulled up in porsches
they say my street image f+ckin’ up endors+m+nts
they say it’s money over there, let me get the coordinates
i go south, they meet the browns, i got out of cora
we beat everything we face, boy, we feel immortal
i always knew you was gon’ snake me, i ain’t like your aura
shootin’ west virginia bags, then i’m out to florida
shootin’ to that golden state, but not near the oracle
your lil’ brother wanna be me, he know i’m important
my lil’ cuzs in the school bein’ insubordinate
we be playin’ in givenchy, better know your drip
they think we slid, action news set up on the six
be with all blood n+ggas, i don’t know no brips
i be all on her tonsils right before she spit

[chorus]
all my friends out servin’ grams, my n+ggas so equipped
we all sharks, these n+ggas whales like they moby d+ck
we got routes and we got workers, but they only temps
we tax n+ggas so high that they gon’ go exempt
all my friends out servin’ grams, my n+ggas so equipped
we all sharks, these n+ggas whales like they moby d+ck
we got routes and we got workers, but they only temps
we tax n+ggas so high that they gon’ go exempt

- nuk lyrics

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