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y.n. kodiene - steve nash! lyrics

hook: (yuh) stop being mad, imma kick it with your girl then i’m gone pass her like steve nash, better stop talking on that trap before i put you in that bag,got two guns up in my pocket and you wonder why they sag (on gang)

verse 1: they keep talking like i won’t pop this glock, yea i’m really bout to that beef but i ain’t really bout’ that talk, me and the homies from that street yeah we really from that chalk, you can hear it how we talk, you can hear it how we walk (on gang), he a fan, he not my son he my pet, i been smoking on this weed got me higher than a jet, you ain’t even in the shower but this choppa lеave you wet, i just spent likе three on checks, and i jus got a whip burette, (on gang), inspiration to my people had to make it, grind was hard i couldn’t take it, we from the street we from the pavement, needa listen what i’m saying, all this pressure couldn’t take it, all this pressure couldn’t make it, they had said i wasn’t gone make it, aye but look at me i made it, aye they said that they had loved me, but i knew that they was faking, this been like my dream forever so i knew i was gone make it, got the money had to rake it, spin the bottles had to shake it (on god)

- y n kodiene lyrics

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