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nuk & certified nique - mitten music كلمات أغنية

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[intro]
(the circle)
my wristwork is an antique
(my n_gga lee, i think we got another one)
i get tired of steppin’ on that dog, i need like ten feet

[chorus]
yeah, that switch i got so loud, it’s like i ripped off my exhaust
all my b_tches only f_ckin’ me, it’s like a call
i got too much of that weight, i sell that dog like it’s an auction
i might give this sh_t away for fourteen like andy dalton
my mans ain’t used to gettin’ him no p_ssy and he crossed me
why you givin’ up the info to the b_tches? boy, you lost me
i’m too street, i be in that field more than a rolling
tried to tell that n_gga ’bout that double back, that’s where it cost him

[verse 1]
love when i see stripеs up on the b_tch, that’s when i walk
i ain’t takin’ up a jig, they say hе leak more than a faucet
the way that i put boy on girl, they call that sh_t adultery
if i pop this perc’, i bet she leave my bedroom with a walker
i put d_ck down
i whip up and lock it right before i send the brick out
my unky tried to still step on that press and threw his hip out
i don’t tell a b_tch we finna f_ck, i just whip d_ck out
i sip more than pimp c
she say that i’m always in her head, i let her rent free
i get tired of steppin’ on that dog, i need like ten feet
i cook up like aunt b
my wristwork is an antique
don’t know about no shovel pass, i serve it to ’em hands_free
[chorus]
yeah, that switch i got so loud, it’s like i ripped off my exhaust
all my b_tches only f_ckin’ me, it’s like a call
i got too much of that weight, i sell that dog like it’s an auction
i might give this sh_t away for fourteen like andy dalton
my mans ain’t used to gettin’ him no p_ssy and he crossed me
why you givin’ up the info to the b_tches? boy, you lost me
i’m too street, i be in that field more than a rolling
tried to tell that n_gga ’bout that double back, that’s where it cost him

[verse 2]
yeah, i got that bag, but it’s triple if i get it to you
i’m a trap n_gga, i make mitten music
i make “run it up” music, the pretty b_tches f_ck to it
i can’t picture her havin’ no ass if ain’t no cuff to it
all my n_ggas step on work, we have frat parties
all y’all n_ggas bags jeff, i got matt hardy
you’d never see my lover boy until you coppin’ birds
i be passin’ out omarions and tell ’em you got served
tell ’em who got work for real
tell ’em who got shot, and why you act like you ain’t hurtin’ still?
if you want some weight, you better catch me while i’m workin’, then
i’m the type of n_gga that can probably change your circumstance

[chorus]
yeah, that switch i got so loud, it’s like i ripped off my exhaust
all my b_tches only f_ckin’ me, it’s like a call
i got too much of that weight, i sell that dog like it’s an auction
i might give this sh_t away for fourteen like andy dalton
my mans ain’t used to gettin’ him no p_ssy and he crossed me
why you givin’ up the info to the b_tches? boy, you lost me
i’m too street, i be in that field more than a rolling
tried to tell that n_gga ’bout that double back, that’s where it cost him
[outro]
i ain’t takin’ up a jig, they say he leak more than a faucet

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