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nyce da future - on god lyrics

chorus: nyce da future:

yeah, uh huh, i’m gettin’ to this paper that’s on god (that’s on god, n+gga!)
these n+ggas be hatin’ they all frauds (they all fake!)
we gon’ stay focused and live large (uh!)
spinnin’ in the dodge, i’m the youngest in charge, n+gga (nyce, n+gga!)
i promise i’mma k!ll ’em that’s on god (that’s on god, n+gga!)
look at they life, it’s a façade (they fake!)
big mansion, look at my garage (check me out!)
couple broads want to menage, i put that on god

verse 1: nyce da future:

huh, i ain’t stoppin’ until the world hear me (hear me, n+gga)
the truth these n+ggas fakin’, you can’t compare me (not me, n+gga)
keep trappin’ these hits yearly, you hear me clearly
came from the bottom, so the streets is who prepared me (the streets, n+gga)
now a n+gga is gettin’ super rich
wrist ludicrous and you already know my shooters fit (let’s go)
n+ggas pull up at your door like uber lyft (facts)
couple bloods, couple hoover crips with they ruger grips (facts)
and they’ll put a sh+ll in you like a turtleback (turtleback)
always keep two poles on him like urkel straps
them things real shiny, just like turtle wax (facts)
we all loyal to each other, where your circle at? (where your circle at?)
everything different now from last year (last year)
designer kicks, my sweater cashmere (great sh+t!)
i came to collect, call me the cashier (facts)
ya b+tch owe me, i’m in the p+ssy like a pap smear
verse 2: flee lord:

lord lord!
i came up in the hard livin’, all my n+ggas yard spinnin’
start spittin’, draco on the floor, and them cars hittin’
nyce hit the jack, while pipes gettin’ cracked (what up, woah!)
he run and get his gun, i hit him twice in his back (boom boom!)
yeah my whip got a accident, i was dripped while i’m passin’
think, everything is gucci, get flipped by the fashion year (by the fashion!)
queens and manhattan, no need for the caption (uhuh!)
boy, think he got away, he gonna bleed when we catch him (yeah!)
on god, i’m prayin’ for my opps and my haters
all drops gettin’ major (major!), lord mobb flip the paper (paper!)
sh+t lookin’ ugly (ugly!), it’s never gettin’ safer (uhuh!)
try to play peacekeeper, get rocked by the laser, uh (boom!)
steak dinners, pimpin’ long minks, while we hate winter
great glimmers, shining on the wrist, while you straight sensitive
if p was on earth (earth!), we would conquer the game (the game!)
but he gone so we just, gon’ honor his name (salute!)
blowin’ peanut b+tter breath, you ain’t seen another set (uhuh!)
we extortin’ all the p+ssies and we cleanin’ out the rest (out the rest!)
yeah, okay okay, we extortin’ all you p+ssies and we cleanin’ out the rest!

verse 3: eto:

uh, yeah, yo, n+ggas is envious (braa!)
gettin’ extorted on some friendly sh+t
k!ll a n+gga i love before he get me hit, god
caught him slippin’ in the pool ball hall
meatball on the curb, they spray goulash off
i’m cool, violated but never forgot the rules, hoo
bring back the sun tzu’s and popa wu’s
i know the not to do’s, i got a lot to lose, king
but my mood swings is thousand dollar shoes
steppin’ in the place, weapon on my waist
i’m low, you see the glow, i ain’t stressin’ ’bout my cake
uh, yeah, money ain’t been the same since
and i won’t be one of the men them lames pinch

- nyce da future lyrics

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