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nuk - let's get baxk to raxks lyrics

[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1]
i want that sh+t bad, i went and put my elbows in the money
can’t have a spot with no work, that’s like a h+llhole to a junkie
i’ve been sippin’ lean, spent ’bout two three bands ’fore i got chubby
brodie facin’ death, but he gon’ get an elbow if he lucky
spot workin’, before they tap the line, i gotta switch my phone
cap rappin’, who been sellin’ dog? they should’ve let mike jones
lil’ n+gga, i ain’t just a rapper, i serve drugheads
four+five’ll split a n+gga potato just like spud headz
if a n+gga owe me money, better pray that i don’t get him
you ain’t really gangster, n+gga, you make sensitive decisions
b+tch get paid every trip, it’s like she workin’ on commission
me and bro poured a five, it got us smacked like a collision
n+ggas ain’t really ridin’ with you, you just bought a gang
before twenty+one, was catchin’ homis, we like slaughter gang
b+tch, i be sellin’ v12s like i sell auto parts
ridin’ ’round, three hundred thirty grams worth like an audemar

[chorus]
you playin’ the hoes, we play the bag, we go back to back
soon as you stop playin’ with p+ssy, let’s go rack for rack
if them boys don’t really wanna die, they better use they brain
b+tch, i don’t never drop a dime like i don’t lose no change
yeah, i be playin’ in that— until that sh+t dissolve
we always got a problem with the law, they say we too involved
told my boys this sh+t come with the game, i keep one in my glock
knowin’ that i’m this close to the fame and i’m still on the block
[verse 2]
robbin’ dog like robbin’ flavor flav, they only want his clock
you got fiends and they ready to shop, i’m sendin’ a stock
not smooth, just havin’ ’bout twenty, you in it or not?
you fan hoes don’t wanna get shot? then stop spinnin’ the block
told my auntie, “don’t sell your pills, i’m right here by conan”
n+ggas try to tell they life story, we rich at the moment
i ain’t bool with n+ggas, n+ggas p+ssy and i keep that noted
n+ggas k!llin’ n+ggas over p+ssy, i ain’t even notice
that ain’t real pape’, n+ggas out here coppin’ jubilees
when i see that— i whip my razor out like wolverine
seven hours just to stack the spot, ain’t clear the spot, repeat
lil’ boy, before i miss this sale, i’d hop on feet
i ain’t used to talk, now all my fans wait on my release
i’m the reason that your b+tch wonder if you keep it street
lost n+ggas, if i ain’t had these racks, i’d be feelin’ vacant
why would i play with a b+tch if i ain’t gettin’ paper?

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