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nuk - we made niggaz boss up lyrics

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[intro]
(damjonboi)

[verse 1: brikk fair]
n_ggas mad, i can see it in they faces
dog b_tch basic, i wouldn’t even hit her, dog
we got it snowin’ in july like it’s winter, dog
nuk just pulled up with the top off
i’m so high, i can’t even f_ckin’ see, bro (i can’t see)
amiri jeans, pocket full of c_notes
lil’ freak b_tch, she got a deep throat
n_ggas f_ckin’ with us, they must be sniffin’ coke
pulled up in the ‘vette
on south beach lookin’ for a cold b_tch (cold)
with that mouthpiece, man, i got like forty racks on me (forty_ball)
i’m tryna spend it all, we ain’t come to play, we came to have a ball
all these cold hoes, i’m tryna hit ’em all
all my old hoes call me a dog
man, i’m rockin’ gucci when it’s out of season (out of season)
i got a hundred on me for no f_ckin’ reason

[chorus: brikk fair & nuk]
yeah, we got dog pound, but, n_gga, this ain’t cleveland (f_ck nah)
when you see them guys out, n_gga, we barely speakin’
cookin’ yola, cover up our face before we inhale
south beach with thirty out the top, the whip fishtail
f_ck the feds, i’d rather sell a brick before i ever fall
lil’ n_ggas really turned up quick without no meditall
we sent some shots at the club like we bet on golf
these hoes fallin’ off, it been a while since they met a boss
[verse 2: nuk]
we still got the best dog, they be like who is we?
brikk caught a brick of good dreams, all we do is sleep
we still hit the road, we save they shows, we do three a week
my boys know to change that pipeline if they spot a leak
we spent a hundred all on guns, we in combat
goin’ to get these m’s with my brothers, f_ck a contract
f_ck your n_ggas in the sky, i need mine back
i’ma keep it loyal with my n_ggas ’til my line flat
we ain’t out here fakin’ ties, this beyond rap
send g.o to pittsburgh with ’bout an ionce pack
i’m still trappin’ in the hills, but i’m behind jack
these n_ggas fakin’ all they trips, they beyond cap

[chorus: brikk fair & nuk]
yeah, we got dog pound, but, n_gga, this ain’t cleveland (f_ck nah)
when you see them guys out, n_gga, we barely speakin’
cookin’ yola, cover up our face before we inhale
south beach with thirty out the top, the whip fishtail
f_ck the feds, i’d rather sell a brick before i ever fall
lil’ n_ggas really turned up quick without no meditall
we sent some shots at the club like we bet on golf
these hoes fallin’ off, it been a while since they met a boss

- nuk

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