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trouble - uncle nard lyrics

[hook]
just might pop a bottle or some’
light up the cigar
whenever sh-t’s hard
thanking uncle nard
skoob you the one
you gotta go hard
you just gotta go hard
you gotta go hard, my bul uncle nard
the money so good, the money so evil too
separate your boys
i just gotta get mine, you out to get yours
show respect you gon’ get it
show respect you gon’ get it
but my dogs didn’t quit it
f-ck a hater, i handle my business
[verse 1]
i just told my n-gga stack please stay out the way
let they get it from yours’, i know getting it ok
i just tell my n-gga stay solid dog, and stay free
i don’t give no f-ck ‘bout chain gang, but they dont want beef
i’m gon’ keep myself a strap while on this motherf-cking paper
just want see this sh-t in visuals, ain’t motherf-cking [?]
free [?], he got 14 ‘bout that f-cking video
i’m tryna make over 14 million in your f-cking stereo
thug life, b-tch to death, ain’t nothing changed, we still be in the jet
f-ck n-ggas ain’t real, they just ugly and stiff, that sh-t a threat
uncle nard so bool, i’m tryna wonder who can bring him death
auntie broke the news, i’m looking ‘round like who i got there

[verse 2]
try my best to handle all my business
rather it be my family up in this
on my life i ain’t pray for no distance
for my n-ggas i love, forgive me
if it’s you that was hating f-ck you though
do it hurt, been goin’ through it, but you don’t
they upset because i bought a two door
[?] because i put my duke first
they swear it’s perfect, all for you
they swear it’s all good for you homie
f-ck the money, ain’t sh-t homie
pull the head off if we real homie
when i die pull up the head for me
feel that sh-t in me like ‘round the corner
ain’t go no fiddle, i keep it on me
pop bottles for nothing, i’m staying lonely

[hook]
just might pop a bottle or some’
light up the cigar
whenever sh-t’s hard
thanking uncle nard
skoob you the one
you gotta go hard
you just gotta go hard
you gotta go home, my bul uncle nard
the money so good, the money so evil too
separate your boys
i just gotta get mine, you out to get yours
show respect you gon’ get it
show respect you gon’ get it
but my dogs didn’t quit it
f-ck a hater, i had ‘em [?]

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