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nuk - askap lyrics

[intro]
(bangthatsh_t)

[verse]
i’ma walk the same without a penny
raised around all real n_ggas, shoutout nitty
they could tell by tino face him, he mean business
only old n_ggas a drac’ like they shiggy
thirty out the trap and twenty off show biz
her shoes red at the bottom, she got hickeys on both heels
you don’t never hear me speak ’bout the n_ggas i know k!ll
he makin’ a beat like go grizz
had two shows in a day, brought the bl!cky to both gigs
havin’ threesomes, do they cheat on they n_ggas? they both is
she say she lame with his money, he don’t provide for no kids
shе be all in his phone sendin’ mе fiends she no spin
sold a gram to all six of the clio i know his
when i f_ck her, she get hit on the floor at bro brib
got unky testin’ out the work, he a lab rat
i’ll try to hit my ex friend before i backtrack
hit the set three times a week, and we drag bags
only got my dreads at the top, i think i’m mad max
picturin’ you havin’ some money, boy, that’s abstract
boy, i make more in my spot than your askap
my mans still tryna catch a body and his case open
lookin’ for my fifth plug on dog like he beethoven
tryna be the billion_dollar boy, what you say, hova?
you a fake hate me rappin’_ass n_gga, but you stay quotin’
only like gettin’ money b_tches, my b_tches so open
my good fiends come morning and night, i give ’em both doses
thinkin’ i’ma wake ’em a slip, that’s what the narc hopin’
money and some drugs in my room, i’m not lamar odom
when i blow the brick, watch how it try to slam my opponent
got that n_gga so close to the edge, he think he adam copeland
we’d make this b_tch light up, n_gga, clap on
free my n_ggas, need ’em back home
n_ggas think they safe bro and nem just got a nat cole
brodie know my 40 on the right if n_ggas act wrong
with every fifty play, lil’ brodie put his strap on
i see these n_ggas actin’ like p_ssies, where your backbone?
my lil’ n_ggas wanna eat some n_ggas, get ’em back on
no big money robberies, just some sh_t for them to snack on
lil’ b_tch ain’t tryna pop her p_ssy, take her back home
these lil’ n_ggas ain’t smokin’ exotics, they just act blowed

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