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niontay - real hiphop lyrics

[verse 1: niontay]
he want a what for the what?
for surely
b_tch know not to even hit my mup when it’s early
had ran into a powerhouse, inadvertently
tell your n_gga go return them jeans back ’cause it hurt to see
i been stepping so long developed plantar fasciitis
she was playing with that p_ssy way back then, now i can buy it
having motion, these n_ggas tyrone turned to uh_uh, i don’t like it
you got your stick, i got my stick, let’s see who sh_t really striking
you ain’t never pulled a k in broad day, my sh_t not for you
got a li’l bag and seen exactly what that guap a do
shut the f_ck up and mind your business do a lot for you
real mob boss, feet up watching the product move
baby girl ain’t got no range, but she got all the ass
i’ma make likе 50 off the —— and i’m falling back
that’s all i need, ’cause the rеst coming all from rap
30 thousand percocet that sko had way across the map

[verse 2: el cousteau]
stop what you doing, you know god don’t spare the wicked
the only thing i can do when i make it is go spend it
on the 38th floor with some top notch b_tches
high rolling high roller, young ass n_gga
when she get home and thinks of me, she starts to play with herself
i don’t know what got into me lately, b_tch, but i ain’t calling you back
hit the road for 90 days, just me and gore_tex jacket
with a flip_phone i got, i’m probably running pros off that
i’m on collins ave looking for a bad b_tch
dawg, if a n_gga approach me wrong, he getting his ass whipped
30 ball, can’t be having n_ggas dawg playing with me
i been putting her up on all, all putting her up on fly sh_t
[verse 3: mike]
my li’l heart running outta love in this sh_t
i just pick a part, throw the biggest nug in the spliff
i was in the dark ’til i found a plug, got a glimpse
i’m a indie artist, still be throwing ones in the wind
i was in the car, and you brought a what in the whip?
i ain’t finna spark, i’ll see the cuz in a bit
we was in the park, and i had the thugs in the vip
we be spinning far, you don’t want me come where you live

[verse 4: earl sweatshirt]
too cold, why the runner fast
could’ve crashed if you want it, do the math
the hood passed the cup, it come with time
3 point stance, toe on the line
i ain’t jump when they hollered “opp”
you post bump, but when i’m around, why is that?
i’m rushing to different cities on the map
no bullsh_t, i’m speeding in a sonic bag
whole world sick, i’m not a hypochondriac
12 spin dirty dance, never all access
talking to the turf, we be talking back
got a bad referral so you lost your access
really on call, on demand
face on the wall, i’m a wanted man
wait, hold that thought ‘less you talking cash
based on the box score, we won again
b_tch

- niontay lyrics

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