nic@nite - spoonfork lyrics
[verse 1: kong]
they done let a n_gga walk in the mix
schmokin’ stogies on the southside
never would’a known it’ve brought him to this
winning like, dripping like…
bigger cheese with the sun on the skin
stunner shades to the k_mite
bet not a stain ever touching the mink
hol’ up, wait
hol’ up, wait
done made yo lil b_tch a starter pack
lil’ bit o’ d_ck and some raising cane’s
bet the next day she don’t call you back
big stepping my big fubu bomber jack
giving my neighbors a heart attack
calling me indy the way i hop out the expedition
well thеse are the facts
big ballеr brand
n_ggas cheap goods
that dollar gen’
got a speakerset need caved in
n_ggas ask ape like, “where ya been?”
i been in the cut with a bad jawn, filming new sh_t for her onlyfans (facts!)
use the bread, get a half pound
tryna feed the fam of the yardieman
bishop don “magic” parmesan
think king, therefore i am
jim buck with the quick gun
‘fore he even up, make him do the dance
heavy airplay all day
tryna keep it thorough, what the god said
beast, dog, and a problem
n_gga big goon and the goblin
lemme talk my_ (woo!)
[verse 2: nic@nite]
everything i do look good
even struggle pretty _ ta_nehisi coates
call ‘em kevin sp_cey, cause they f_ck_boys
when they looking at us _ ‘men who stare at goats’
(don’t f_cking play with me)
born with it, b_tches maybelline
now the only way you see him settle down is with a lil mama own a bakery (huh?)
cheese man wit his bread b_tch (oh)
big talk make ‘em head scratch
what’s the matter bro? you look confused
wake up wearing nothing but a gimp mask (you said what?)
all my puppets going michelinnn
ratatouille in a chef’s hat
roll through wit a caravan go for miles, tell her call it whiplash
hold up, wait
hold up, wait
done made yo lil b_tch a starter pack
one day she acting like nellie o
next day she alice in wonderland
blow the phone up, “where dafuq you at???”
stacking, dripping, call him hungry jack
sweet as the life that i’m living, this d_ck is on bad religion
call a lift, on his parliament
getting scooped up by the mothership
lipnicki’s jumping off the cliff
watch him burn it down like he brother 6
heart eyes, she a comme fit
think i’m hot sh_t, got no publicist
if i did, prolly would have let ‘em go
can’t n0body tell me not to talk sh_t (do i even gotta_)
[verse 3: kong & nic@nite]
do i even gotta speak my peace
big wheel talk, don’t cheap my cheese
drip from the altar, the flee fiji
god bless n_ggas like givenchy
big heaps of the cheese, don’t eat
f_cking up the feng shui, burn it down, b_tch _ yeet
big ch’i, but he ain’t chinese
or at least don’t think, never 23 and me’d
good from the gate like an spd
take half off like the kids got needs
arm full of scars and a hand full of green
pink cyclone betta ask bout me
(f_ck is he talking bout)
don’t say grace ‘fore i eat, or i’d spend too many beats tryna preach world peace
big fat cheese all the big fat week
showing big fat teef, so we seem like greeks
on me
that big brand like a frat boy
unicycle been dat boi
leaving bread crumbs, he a big tease
so i dangle for ‘em like a cat toy
heat check deep nonstop
til they hang shirts from the rafters
and he hold the mic with his pinky up
like i’m sipping silly at the baftas
i’m stupid
n_gga!
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