oski (bel) - nutella lyrics
[intro]
oski
ay, ay
[chorus]
i’m ’bout to k!ll this f+ckin’ game, yeah
risin’ up to fame
all these other b+tches lame
got nutella in their brain, yeah
i be going hard, yeah
you ain’t got no bars, yeah
empty credit card
rappin’ really ain’t this hard, ay
[verse 1]
you see me runnin’ up on ya
gettin’ that bread
no intonation, b+tch
are you dead?
you’re like 11, go back to bed
i’m tired as f+ck bro
i should go to bed
got sh+t to do though
f+ck all of it
’cause i made this beat
and it’s f+ckin’ lit
look at me now, b+tch
look at me now
cookin’ up fire
[chorus]
k!ll this f+ckin’ game, yeah
risin’ up to fame
all these other b+tches lame
got nutella in their brain, yеah
money in my mind, yeah
brothers by my sidе, yeah
feel like i’m on fire
i don’t even gotta try, ay
[verse 2]
you see me flexin’ my bands
yeah, ice on my wrist
you talking sh+t, but
you catchin’ these fists
i’m vip, but you’re not on the list
you think you’re hot
but you really ain’t sh+t
[verse 3]
livin’ my life, yeah
livin’ it up
we gettin’ lit, yeah
pour me a cup
i’m gonna make it
i’m feelin’ my luck
all of these haters
i don’t give a f+ck
[pre+chorus]
nah, i don’t really give a f+ck
nah, i don’t really give a f+ck
nah, i don’t really give a f+ck
ay, ay
[chorus]
now watch me k!ll
this f+ckin’ game, yeah
risin’ up to fame
all these other b+tches lame
got nutella in their brain, yeah
risin’ to the top, yeah
watchin’ these b+tches drop, yeah
i have just begun, but
i ain’t ’bout to stop, yeah
[verse 4]
you see me workin’ my ass off
gettin’ that cash
where did you came from?
back with the trash
i don’t play fortnie, i play smash bros
goin’ so hard, feel like i’m gonna crash
livin’ a dream
i don’t wanna wake up
not buying cars, b+tch
i’m buying a truck
feelin’ so high, man
i fly like a duck
i know that ain’t rhyme
but, i don’t give a f+ck
[bridge]
(don’t give a f+ck, yeah)
(i don’t give a f+ck)
nah, i don’t really give a f+ck
(i don’t really give a f+ck)
nah, i don’t really give a f+ck
(i don’t really give a f+ck)
nah, i don’t really give a f+ck
yeah, yeah
[verse 5]
’cause i ain’t f+cking playing, b+tch
i’m always on that grind, yeah
all them million dollar checks
i’m tryna get em’ signed, yeah
i may look nice to you, but
b+tch, i’m really not that kind
now pass me some nutella
just to elevate my mind
[outro]
(k!ll this f+ckin’ game. yeah)
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