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stazthehokage - nightingales (feat. cruz supat) lyrics

i know some p+ssy n+ggas ain’t talkin’ bout me, n+gga
yo, cruz, what we finna do? what we finna do
i know a b+tch n+gga ain’t said nothin
man f+ck these n+ggas

let’s show them what the f+ck we about
this p+ssy’s not gon’ show up
of course, keyboard warriors, bruh, all they do is f+ckin’ flake

all this motherf+cking anger festers, (die)
only thing n+ggas manifest, dirt, (die)
n+ggas run mouths, quick draw, not taking westerns, (hee)
gotta live, let learn, in real life, since primary school
knew the scent as flesh burns, embers, (fire sound)
gas him, n light him, the smoke, he want it, he got it, get puffed till your chеst hurts, (bukkam bukkam)

b+tch n+gga never been outside but in еverything he an expert, (i know everything)
like a give a f+ck what p+ssy privileged n+gga gotta say out in rexburg (i don’t)
more p+ssy than what these b+tches sell, that do s+x work, (n+ggas p+ssy)
more p+ssy, than what you see, when the b+tches bends it over, n then twerk,(n+ggas p+ssy)

type n+gga, to know the team smashed n
he’s still trying to flex her, (simp)
for the juggler, want blood
no vampires, with the blade
i’ll go neck first, (cut throat)
think this verse bad, n+gga it gets worse, (bloodclaa)
point is, n+ggas p+ssy, type that probably wouldn’t run a fade with his molester, (b+tch)
we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp+ce
n+gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b+tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n+gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays
we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp+ce
n+gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b+tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n+gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

beat the guts like her ex, beat her face
taking charges, he ain’t catch a case?

make up on to hide that fade
cutthroat, my penwork blade
wishin’ death when i sit and pray
sick f+ck, you manipulate
villain arc, i’ma eliminate
when he die, i’ma celebrate

that b+tch done f+cked up
n+ggas ran through, they lucked up
pointed their guns, they bluffed up
never took a life, they soft+soft
sh+t get me sick, i cough+cough

all of that internet, fun in their head
comment like gangsters, but soft in there bed
privileged f+cks, they never had bled
you a waste of sp+ce, you a waste of egg, f+ck
b+tches run around like satan
playin’ hearts for the one who’s capin
hero, hero, man, that sh+t is fadin
stop caring like my n+gga jaedenn

never been the type to hate on a b+tch
there’s first for it all when a b+tch ain’t sh+t
sometimes a b+tch is a n+gga at face
when you press him in person
that n+gga will flake (yuh)

we gon’ shoot at the stars
for the moon or outer sp+ce
n+ggas thinkin’ that he hard
b+tch, then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n+gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp+ce
n+gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b+tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n+gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

- stazthehokage lyrics

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