nuski da god – truffle butter lyrics
thinking out loud
ima need a million f-cking dollars right now
ain’t nothing change, man the name still the same
and the way i play the game people know it ain’t a game
that’s ironic ain’t it?
now everybody trying to meet the boy
i’m always fitted, in my closet like a sneaker store
get her started even if i gotta key the car
game sick enough to get a dancer out her leotard
question
nicki can i eat it though?
can i f-ck you in the backseat of your vehicle?
tell me secrets about the game just for me to know
and when they bring me up say i’m some sh-t they never seen before
super duper flow, super duper style
f-ck around and go pop like i’m super duper kyle
scratching on me saying “susi do it do it now.”
i’m so deep inside her mouth that i could do a root c-n-l
been raw, odb with it, uh
probably see me on t.v. with it, yeah
let me hit it, let freak hit it
make the money so fast they should let me print it
try me, mutombo, oh no, palm that
i’m thinking out loud
i just wanna marry angela and stay down
yes ms. simmons, you’d get more than just the business
i am true to my religion, i can make your daddy proud
but i’m off that
half a million in a month though
you owe me money, i’ll be banging at your front door
for twenty dollars n-gga shooting like they rondo
be on your corner every morning like alonzo
ooooh, somebody stop that boy
every chick on instagram wanna f-ck this boy, ha
a n-gga abs on fleek, and pause any n-gga wanna test my cheat
dawg i’m a beast, up in vip, rocking givenchy, no drawers underneath
i’m a rockstar, she like chocolate i put it in her mouth boy
she use her tongue every inch, i want it wiped off
my jewelry shining so bright you leave the lights off
ooh, d-mn, bling bling n-gga
hood nation the motherfreaking team n-gga
yeah, and i ain’t really wanna cuss at all
but ain’t no love from the boy, it’s just l-st involved
baby mama wanna trip, now the courts involved
heard you need a little money, now you forced to call
d-mn, she don’t wanna let me see mine
see all this drama don’t fit, i want a refund
telling lies, cut it out like a coupon
i keep faith, gotta pray, all in due time
but, silly you, that’s a poor move
i still ball like the n-gga john wall do
i kick it with some pretty b-tches like kung fu
it’s thirty grand if you want me in your venue
see i’m a motherf-cking beast, no nice guy
i get your man x’d out, i’m a cyclops
i don’t kid, no play, f-ck a high top
and still fill twenty holes, screaming f-ck cops
nuski gang
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