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nuk - modified lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatshit)
(ayy, turn me up, jim)

[chorus]
boy, it’s brazy when i see some dog, i’m thinkin’ clobber time
leave ’bout thirty with my lil’ hoes, i like ’em modified
i can show you how to get these racks if you can qualify
get them bands, bitch, we double work when we get comprimised
i can pay to get you niggas touched or get you on my own
my lil’ bitch, she think this pussy valley, she can’t leave her pole
told them niggas be aware, ’cause when we air out, we ain’t rome
only smokin’ top shelf because we air weigh all our ‘bows

[verse 1]
what the fuck we buy these guns for if we can’t be no threat?
all this tan, i stay on dirt roads, but this ain’t bmx
would say you keep ’bout forty thou’, but that wouldn’t be correct
payin’ three hundred for wockesha, but boy i miss the tech
boy, i got some long bread, i can’t trust my old friends
brodie went and hit him on his top, they call him conehead
i won’t pay my mans to walk you down, i got my own legs
all my opps dead, just like emojis, we see boneheads
all my fans callin’ me a star, that’s why i need me wraith
i love dog food, it gave me faith, but i ain’t stevie j
i made bitches get they cpl so they can keep me safe
the way my bitches holdin’ on they pole look like me me tate
i sell out like taymy braxton, told my niggas ain’t no lackin’
see an opp and hit him with ’bout five just like he tito jackson
i can sleep on ’bout two hundred k, boy, i don’t need no mattress
when i say my niggas in a jam, boy, it don’t be no traffic
[chorus]
boy, it’s brazy when i see some dog, i’m thinkin’ clobber time
leave ’bout thirty with my lil’ hoes, i like ’em modified
i can show you how to get these racks if you can qualify
get them bands, bitch, we double work when we get comprimised
i can pay to get you niggas touched or get you on my own
my lil’ bitch, she think this pussy valley, she can’t leave her pole
told them niggas be aware, ’cause when we air out, we ain’t rome
only smokin’ top shelf because we air weigh all our ‘bows

[verse 2]
treat this shit just like a restaurant, we serve right out the bag
even had some fiends dine and dash when they couldn’t pay they tab
say the work just like an animal ambulance, i’m stretchin’ out the bag
seein’ me without no dog food like dexter without his lab
i ain’t sour, bitch, you won’t see me check that lil’ phone
i make money plays, they say i activate like lil’ tone
can’t tell you twerk, bitch, you ain’t got no ass, them lil’ bones
ride with three hundred grams and i got goosebumps like mickey holmes
that lil’ pussy so crash to me, bitch, go get insured
i’m in a foreign, i got bang in there, but this ain’t mickey shores
these niggas know we in a different lane when we change to the sport
boy, i ride ’round with a naked bitch, she get changed in a porsche
they can smell that i got money on me, i get changed in the bank
you don’t know about the underworld, i’m deep up in my tank
damn, i love a rich bitch, yeah, i keep my eyes on her
i keep all this color money, think i’m goin’ blind on ’em
[chorus]
boy, it’s brazy when i see some dog, i’m thinkin’ clobber time
leave ’bout thirty with my lil’ hoes, i like ’em modified
i can show you how to get these racks if you can qualify
get them bands, bitch, we double work when we get comprimised
i can pay to get you niggas touched or get you on my own
my lil’ bitch, she think this pussy valley, she can’t leave her pole
told them niggas be aware, ’cause when we air out, we ain’t rome
only smokin’ top shelf because we air weigh all our ‘bows

- nuk lyrics

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