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nunnie da iii - nydrillofficial freestyle lyrics

[intro]
(ayo, fritz, you engineered this?)
chest shot, he need a medic
try to bend my block, i bet that you regret it
we ain’t duckin’ sh+t, if it’s beefin’, we dead it
we never been p+ssy, just give us our credit, no cap
like, anytime that they threw, we threw back ([?])
please don’t try to push up on us and get clapped
like, sysy need to relax
he don’t got no money, he just wanna rap

[verse]
chest shot, he need a medic
try to bend my block, i bet that you regret it
we ain’t duckin’ sh+t, if it’s beefin’, we dead it
wе never been p+ssy, just give us our crеdit, no cap
like, anytime that they threw, we threw back
please don’t try to push up on us and get clapped
like, sysy need to relax
he don’t got no money, he just wanna rap
saheem is a brokie, he can’t pay for no vid by his doley
free spice, he got hit with the pokey
movin’ like curry from three, they can’t hold me, like
game time, we tryna bend on the opps
’cause they always actin’ like somethin’ they not
headpop, they saw jev drop
aj would’ve died, but he was with the cops
freddie wanna diss, but never spinned a block
and i heard that lil’ jazzy b+tch a bop
spot von and he gon’ catch a shot
mali tried to run, n+ggas hit his top, like
n+ggas never did sh+t to the opps, but fiendin’ to jack his beef
bet, we just gon’ do him like d
he jackin’ [?], we put him on a tee, like
lil’ rah need to get off his knees
little+ass boy, never made a scene
catch durk, we just gon’ turn him to weed
they just chased you, now you on they team, like
n+ggas be clowns, catch poppy, we knockin’ him down
he was on our d+ck, tryna be around
now when we see him, knock him out of bounds
on blay puffin’ on some stound
boogz actin’ crazy, put him on the ground, you know
better not be in that crowd
who the f+ck is banga? he from outta town
like, grrah, let’s talk facts
n+ggas be braggin’ ’bout [?], that boy is a no one
quan think he crazy, i’ma show him
they ain’t get back for kinga when they poked him
grrah, none of them crazy
why y’all think lyin’ in tracks is wavy? like
n+gga jackin’ beef with a 380
dreshawn on our d+ck, so we kickin’ his baby, like
[?] throwin’ like brady and [?]
[?] totin’ on stacy
[?] safety, like, grrah
[outro]
chest shot, he need a medic
try to bend my block, i bet that you regret it
we ain’t duckin’ sh+t, if it’s beefin’, we dead it
we never been p+ssy, just give us our credit, no cap
like, anytime that they threw, we threw back
please don’t try to push up on us and get clapped
like, sysy need to relax
he don’t got no money, he just wanna rap

- nunnie da iii lyrics

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