Usainly (feat. Dolla Day & DD)
Key2Nique
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Can y'all do me a favor Can y'all please stop fuckin' playin' with me It's Nique, yeah The early bird gets the worm, the second mouse get the cheese Just like a bank robber, bitch, I'm all about the green Bright lights, all I see, ridin' through my city No place I'd rather be than the fuckin' CLE But ironically, I hit the D to get my weed Come back with heavy loads, quality fit for a queen All this weight meltin' off me, I'm lookin' like brown sugar If I melt a little more, I'ma turn to brown syrup Yeah, I'm sweet, but things can get a little sticky Catch a whiff of my aroma, baby, you gon' wanna lick me You gon' wanna flick beans, try to puncture my kidneys Tell me I'm only yours and nobody else can have me Bitches sayin' that it's beef, it's closer to my vegan diet Why you thinkin' that you raw? Everyone know I'm the friar Said a new affirmation, goals set a little higher I'm just here to shock the world, make y'all pass out like some pamphlets Life better than I expected, that's how you know I ain't plan shit Started from the bottom, goin' up just like a ficus You can look for dirt on me, but I promise that you won't find shit That's because I keep it G and my entire circle solid None of us could ever fold, bitch, do we look like some wallets Stop sleepin' on me, baby, do I look like your palette Get some money like Nique and upgrade yourself to a mattress On that one way I got Yayo, I'm with Man Man, bitch, free J-O Got a Spanish bitch call me Papi and she pay me in pesos Meet this Draco, let this K go, shout-out Kenya, shout-out Albert, bitch They love me, you stay stuffed, I got Wockhardt by the case load Sold that dope out my grandma house, then she kick me off Funny as f*ck, we used to sleep on floors, but now we set on couch What you need? I got pints of green, and I'm sellin' ounces Put a switch on Glock 26, leave them where I found them Humble-ass nigga, but ain't never been no fuckin' joke Hop up out the booth with that 9mm, and aim that bitch that at your throat Country boy, takin' shots with a rifle, aimin' out the scope Man, I heard this niggas was clueless, f*ck it, I'ma let him know Double D, that's who I be, straight up out the fuckin' C Ain't no smoke without the heat, it's beef niggas get put to sleep In the dark, that's how I creep, just like when I'm beatin' cheeks This the shit I do for my peeps, RIP to Lil' T Lil' T
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Written by: Keyerra Betts, DaJon Williams, Marquavious Williams
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