svpper nova – my career lyrics
[transcribing]
[intro]
uh, hold on
[hook]
b-tch, and i just started rappin’
i was a young n-gg-, i was juggin’
y’all n-gg-s is thirty, and still trappin’
hit with the, uh, like, “what happen?”
wrist in the pot, to make the magic
i’m smokin’ gelato, b-tch, i ain’t matchin’
you cuffin’ that b-tch? i been smashed it
[post-hook]
wait, uh, with the ‘k
i was the one had to make the play
that n-gg- pulled up, he was sure i am the pa’
i grab me the .40, i’m bustin’ brain
uh, yeah, ya’ dig?
b-tch, you know how we comin’, man
you know i can’t front you, n-gg-, you a lame
i just want the money, don’t want the fame
[verse]
aye, bruh, i think he tellin’
that n-gg- said, “nah, he can’t be a felon”
that n-gg- walked out, he got punched in his melon
y’all n-gg-s some b-tches, y’all dress like ellen
don’t want me a ten, i need about a seven
‘cause how you a ten, and yo’ pussy smellin’?
but, nah, for real, how that shit work?
i f-ck and i leave her, yeah, i’m a jerk
i’m feelin’ itchy, think it’s the perc
headshot, n-gg- got murk
r. kelly, b-tch, i’m a flirt
fat bih’, can’t even twerk
private pa’, b-tch wanna lurk
f-cked his b-tch, n-gg- is a nerd
pulled up wisely, don’t wanna get hurt
og, i did it first
hit with the, uh, no camera
my chopper is long, the clip like banana
the feds on the block, this shit is bananas
don’t need a white bih’, don’t need me a anna
we come with the big drums, yeah, the hammer
we pushin’ yo’ wig, he really had cancer
can’t really say much, i can’t tell the story
he on a milk carton finding dory
he jumped off the porch, that n-gg- is forty
i’m under the [?], but i’m drinkin’ 40
we takin’ a trip, rick and morty
i took yo’ b-tch from you, that ain’t your shorty
money go up, uh, it’s stuck
had to back up, she gettin’ too h-rny
they all in this shit, it’s just for the glory
don’t like the rap no more, it’s gettin’ corny
[interlude]
but, uh, one more ‘gain
[hook]
b-tch, and i just started rappin’
i was a young n-gg-, i was juggin’
y’all n-gg-s is thirty, and still trappin’
hit with the, uh, like, “what happen?”
wrist in the pot, to make the magic
i’m smokin’ gelato, b-tch, i ain’t matchin’
you cuffin’ that b-tch? i been smashed it
[post-hook]
wait, uh, with the ‘k
i was the one had to make the play
that n-gg- pulled up, he was sure i am the pa’
i grab me the .40, i’m bustin’ brain
uh, yeah, ya’ dig?
b-tch, you know how we comin’, man
you know i can’t front you, n-gg-, you a lame
i just want the money, don’t want the fame
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