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the nicholas - christ conscious freestyle lyrics

we k!lling flows like the end of the menstrual
this kid’s mental
sicker than meningitis
his freshness essential
flossing like dental
the man ain’t gentle
they recommend parental super vision while he super fizzin’
her chest flat but that -ss got me binge drinking
different pigment got the kin thinking
i’m winning
stretch it like the seventh inning
the p-ssy come consistent, but what else were you thinking?

me and my crew we always linking with the baddest b-tches
you hold the b’s (beans) and you spill em’
i hold a beat and i k!ll it
spit a verse and you feel it
run and tell your friends the new kid on the block is on a mission
bring the smartest sh-t like harvard prisons
bars start fires like a crew in linens
ebola all ova’ these beginners
make you a fan in just a couple minutes
top record keep it spinning
i’ll never finish ’til i’m feelin on nikki’s printings
those pink linens
“anaconda” got me thinking
imma wife me a light-skin princess
for instance, a mixed b-tch always got em acting on my instincts

make her wet like the pacific, skip the liquor straight to kissing
is you with it?
this b-tch got me feeling frisky
cruisin’ and the business staying risky
i think it’s time for whiskey
so get to drinking
the kool-aid mixing
we masters of this vision
we adding up your losses and now your crew is thinking of division
you’re easily dismissive
you getting giddy off of pity listens
but your sh-tty writtens, i’m sick of listening
i’m about to take over the city like isis did ’em
with the nicest rhythm
her p-ssy like no other that’s a priceless kitten
mic getting diced from saliva spitting
if you ain’t like this you can type what you thinking
i’ll hit you up on twitter
we’ll talk about your unpopular opinion
you just a minion
you budding while i’m binary fission

bone her like a skeleton
then she run and tell her friends like he can be elegant
while he work you dirty like the president
her hand on my gun it’s like the trunk of an elephant
her mouth big as a pelican, no wonder she can down a d-ck
this sh-t is sounding sick
making hits like i spit from a klitschko fist
sliding in call it cisco d-ck, my crisper sh-t ain’t dropped
but it’s bout to take your b-tch in six minutes of a listen
that’s all it takes to make her smitten
by this young kid who written cold lines like vixen did em
i lick her then se ride my dilla

(andy dalton skit)

lock me up behind bars i’ll find a better way to spit em
k!lling booths like i’m gunning for a lincoln
what you thinking?
nick juts k!lled the verse
who gon’ match this beginning?
none of you beginners
i k!lled it

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