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nuk – plastik lyrics

[intro]
uh huhhh, tss, whoo whoo

[verse 1: lil mello]
this a 5.7, no 1911
lil b+tch told me go to h+ll, all dogs go to heaven
b+tch wanna f+ck, i’m a book her like that n+gga devin
n+gga get 30, now he think he stephen
n+gga get heart, now he think he kevin
’til i send a 7.62 right to that n+gga melon
when we slide you hear that b+tch barkin’ like the engine revving
we gone slide every chance we get, just to send a message

[verse 2: 700 cal]
nick’ in the clip, i’ll rock out with this f+ckin’ cannon
keep the mac on me, finna spark up likе that n+gga devin
b+tch wanna f+ck, i’m a bless her likе a f+cking reverend
n+gga put some cheese on his head, oh now he getting shredded
dropped another whip, you lil n+ggas out here getting stranded
took a lil n+gga up top, bro said his body landed
it’s a dirty game, i was 16 with a f+ckin’ felon

[bridge: lil mello]
b+tch all on my d+ck ’cause she see these f+ckin diamonds dancin’
where you see the b+tches at, that’s where the money landin’
brodie on a mission doing, shh, up in lansing
aye, yo b+tch always telling n+ggas business i call her candace
[hook; nuk]
i can’t walk a mile with you n+ggas, shoes cost a mansion
i ain’t gone lie, the way she sucked me, think i called a vacuum
i ain’t have no friends with no beans, bought ’em all from granny
she ain’t have no ass when she walk, so i bought it plastic

[verse 2: nuk]
my cougar b+tch did [?] straight like it’ her [?]
f+ck with me, my broski slice yo ass just like a beyblade
broski out here stripin’ these n+ggas you would’ve
my n+ggas out here campin’ on n+ggas, they put a tent there
cartel talk, having meetings with jimenez
n+ggas doing all this fishy sh+t, it’s like they been sinbads
the way my n+gga popping out that box he could’ve been jack
y’all n+ggas ain’t bought more dog than i done sent back

[verse 3: 700 cal]
ion got a slug, i drop the mag and push yo sh+t back
talking bout what unk had, boy that sh+t is big cap
lil bro finesse him out the mag, can’t get that b+tch back
we all hit his brib like a mf kickback
been punchin’ all day, i’m having fun they finna ship that
yo’ b+tch done ate the d+ck boy, you bet’ not kiss that
auntie got some blues b+tch, where the scripts at

[verse 4: nuk]
b+tch i did the gucci’s with the furs, like i fought mufasa
lil dawg look big with his 9, it’s like he bought ibaka
yeah b+tch i’m still making g’s and that’s just off of choppas
my white boy fiend like fairy dust, it’s like he mr. crocker

[verse 5: lil mello]
oh that’s yo b+tch, i finessed and got the p+ssy out her
whole gang hit, that’s a secret you ain’t know about her
put the perky on her tongue, this a party rocker
pulled up in a cat, lil b+tch turned to a panty+dropper
i ain’t talking danny when i pull up in a phantom
nuk flying hawks to the a, like he coach atlanta
brodie playing with the white girl hannah montana

- nuk lyrics

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