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phan7om & 441guttah - nina lyrics

[intro: 441guttah]
(mama, monte makin’ beats again)
huh
810
gang, gang, 441, ayy, look (beat by phan70m)

[verse 1: 441guttah]
p+ssy n+gga still get punched, he don’t get in line
bougie n+gga, finna go to brunch with a cutie pie
i’ll have my b+tch beat your— (nah, look)
ayy, i’ll have my b+tch beat your b+tch, pull her ‘zillians out
a couple big homies from the set can pull a million out
i’ma spank you, said you can’t be hot and bust zippers down
lil’ ugly+ass b+tch, let me see it, pull them nipples out
i ain’t got a thousand dollars for a phone, i pulled a cricket out
’cause i ain’t got no time to rap, chillin’ where the fiends at
i be countin’ up chicken, fiends askin’ where the cream at
beat it down from the back, i put it where her spleen at
free my n+gga blue dollas out that max, i done seen that
i done seen n+ggas get stomped, seen n+ggas flat
stab a n+gga eighty times ’cause of pride, let me get that jack
cuttin’ up, i done made a batch of p+rno, we can catch a fade
i just poured a three inside a ginger ale lemonade
nah, i just hit your b+tch ’cause she told me you was minute maid
i’m a civilized n+gga, but i’ll smoke you if you in the way
you get penalized playin’ foul, shoot him, that’s a fadeaway
i’m the kid that was known with the chop, can’t throw the k away
told my producer that sh+t suck, ain’t no 808s
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
b+tch, let me stand up ‘fore you suck it—
b+tch, let me stand up ‘fore you—
b+tch, let me stand up— alright, i got it this time, watch this
let me stand up ‘fore you suck my d+ck, i’m finna break your face
told my mama, “f+ck some ritz, taste better when you make my plate”
all my money not legit, can’t just throw that sh+t up in chase
gotta save your pape’ ’cause the feds’ll try to build a case
i just want my homies to get rich like that n+gga quan
ar pistol chamber .556, make him hit the quan
my b+tch keep beggin’ me to cash her, i ain’t f+ckin’ quon
just because i’m up don’t mean you up, you better get a job
just because you got that heat on you, don’t get too comfortable
i know some n+ggas that’ll put some cheese on you, turn you to a lunchable
i know some n+ggas that keep pills on ’em, cliff huxtable
and i keep the steel on me, turn you to a vegetable
441, babyfxce, beat her down, 808
this b+tch’ll make you put that heater down, this a .308
this b+tch’ll chop a f+ckin’ cedar down, point it to your face
i got n+ggas callin’ me the reaper now, point you to your grave

[verse 3: 441guttah]
i told babyfxce e he next up, they in the way
drop a n+gga body in devil’s lake, know he dead weight
f+ck around and get yourself crossed, not a head fake
told dog i’ll drop the whole house, then he said, “wait”
i really got fiends speed racin’ just to get the skates
b+tch, take off that lacefront, i’m tryna see your head shape
(throw her in the fire, i’ma blaze a b+tch)
i’ll let her drown in my p+ss, i can’t save a b+tch
b+tch tried to say a n+gga foul, no, i made the b+tch
knowin’ that she did a good job done made me hate the— yeah
[outro: 441guttah]
why you do that, homie?
dumb+ass n+ggas

- phan7om 441guttah lyrics

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