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jay nice & ru$h - luxury nights 2 (big city lights) كلمات الأغنية

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[verse 1: ru$h]
uh
i told cheeko to pass me the blitz (pass me the blit’, my n_gga)
then flair pulled up with a bag full of bricks (that’s a fendi)
fah had some stashed in the whip (woo)
a couple baddies with him, they say we should all take the aston to [?] (got the double fendi)
sb dunks in the ritz carlton, (woo) uh
lil’ n_gga, this is big talkin’ (that’s a fendi)
[?], we could dance out the blue like crips walkin’
n_ggas sneeze wrong, it’s a big coffin (grr_r_rt)
seafood festivals in saint martin (that’s a fendi)
exquisite taste in the ribeye steaks, awesome (that was delicious)
there’s no way you can play bosses
big dеsi, pistol whip (grr_r_rt) ’til the chamber and the barrеl breaks off it (that’s a fendi), uh
you remind me of a jay concert
you will fade to black like jigga when he played at the garden (woo), uh
the orthodontist say that they flossin’
pay homage to the fendi don with the ‘k sparkin’
[verse 2: jay nice]
a_ayy
i’m ridin’ ’round with a trunk full of kate mosses
it’s a1 like steak sauce is
the trap house in philly is full of big_bearded shooters like james harden
all they pistols contain carbon with a blade on it (yeah, yeah)
remember back in school, they used to say i was r_t_rded
every day my name was gettin’ called up to the main office
and now i’m shinin’ like ’98 ma$e in harlem
this bad boy done turned himself into a great artist (yeah, yeah)
why your girl lookin’ at me while you standin’ there? (disrespectful)
you should tell that b_tch to cut it like samson’s hair (that was fire)
i f_cked my opp main wifey, she a fan of flair (of course)
for my amus_m_nt, me and shorty had a planned affair (oh, my god)
walk in the spot, the round drum spittin’ fifty (tzaza!)
shots for everybody in the club gettin’ tipsy
no prints on the bl!cky, ’cause the gloves was givenchy (i’m fly)
i dumped ’til it’s empty (okay), then i jumped in the bentley!

[verse 3: big cheeko]
ivory floors on the ivory coast
all you hear is glass clinkin’, all my real n_ggas yellin’, “toast”
all i smell is [?], n_ggas roll designer smoke (yes)
we don’t go for greed, n_ggas share designer homes (hahaha)
white squares, seen ’em stacked up like dominoes (wild)
snow bunnies linin’ up like a line of coke
i was ridin’ 22″s when i was 22 (facts)
so it’s nothin’ for a n_gga to get rid of you
real a_team, b_tch, i pity the fool (yeah)
real street n_gga, sh_t, i got plenty of jewels (yeah)
rolex two_tone like it’s winnie harlow (haha)
you ain’t got my bread today? then i’ll see you tomorrow (b_tch)
full_length trench, b_tch, i continue to ball (yes)
odds stacked against the team, they continue to fall
i swear i love my haters, i’m k!llin’ ’em all
’cause when they want that real sh_t, they know who to call
[verse 4: tha god fahim]
uh
we fly as the wright brothers
any newcomers, y’all be foolish to challenge; i’m takin’
sips from a chalice, keep the toolies for balance
you dudes rookies; i punish mics, that’s my duty of malice
doin’ hammer strength press to build my chest up
slayin’ demons as per usual, who’s next up?
ridin’ in somethin’ unusual, play catch_up
try and catch up, i’m wishin’ you the best luck, uh
grr_r_rt
guns comin’ rapid fire, big money grabs i obtain through a wire
my enterprises keep buildin’ empires
we reach new heights and just get more inspired
uh, i don’t ever get tired
i hustle nocturnally, i see it, then buy it
i couldn’t eat your diet
if you ain’t got the facts, sometimes it’s best to be quiet

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