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roundstreet - nyce like this lyrics

[produced by sdmp]

[intro]
yo, welcome to the roundstreet
hahahaha

[hook]
i know i am nice like this, hands down
cheese to all of these mice like this, hands down
please, i’m k!lling you twice like this, stand down
please, once ain’t enough you ain’t getting up
take your stuff waking up ain’t never been this though gees

[verse 1]
all of my bars lit
no matter the fuck i’m saying the bombs hit
these rappers are sweating like armpits
the globe is still shaking, the star hit (blow)
i’m not from compton where god sit
i come from the land of the mosh pits (east)
from where the banda is cash sick
where the wind is too weak for the matchstick (lit)
you ain’t walking away from this melody (no)
if you’re coming with bars, man you better be (known)
ready to better me, phantom me first
get a hold of your bladder, it burst
my raps will be instantly cl-ssic (yap)
your trophies are quality plastic (yap)
i know you’re to slow for the fast spit
i’d be watching you nailing your casket (dead)
so imma go slow in this role
it’s a slippery slope in the snow
you need ice to cope with the show
so throw the dice and go with the flow

[verse 2]
all of my bars lit
you’re in for the ride, but you’re car sick
i’m feeling texas, austin (yak yak)
you’re looking flushed, exhausted (tired)
so throw a coin up in the air
with your leg on the wall and, man, i’ll be there
to toss it some more with a blind stare
cigarette cool as a dime there (smoke)
with a slicked back due
when i hit back you
better kick back fool (pull your socks up)
that shit looking cool
like an 80’s jewel
man i thought you knew (you should’ve known)
and i’m holding a grudge
man i feel like a judge
i’m about to rule (rule)
now i’m pulling up (no doubt)
you’re walking blindly (no route)
and you don’t get it fuck no man i know that
i knew it was offensive when i wrote that (d-mn)
i can be a p-ssive aggressive b-tch, yeah, i know that
i can be a bitty oppressive, yeah, that’s a throwback
take that, hold that, prozac, whole stack
motherfucker with a toe tag
motherfucker with a toe tag

[outro]
now i’m pulling up (no doubt)
you’re walking blindly (no route)
a fortune to find me (all out)
just stay behind me (fallout)

- roundstreet lyrics

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