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Nems

Nems is a musical artist known for his lyrical prowess and gritty, street-oriented style. He gained recognition in the underground hip-hop scene for his raw and authentic storytelling, often drawing from his own experiences growing up in the streets of Brooklyn. more »

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Oops upside of ya head
I said oops upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Oops upside of ya head
I said oops upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

Whooptie, you don't like me? Nigga, shoot me
Doin' donuts while wifey screamin' inside the hooptie
Hop yo pretty ass out this whip, go cop a loosie
Riker's Island bus the Bloods tried to recruit me
Walk down Mermaid Ave, they all salute me
You the type to go on tour and wife a groupie
F*ck KFC, my two piece absolutely
Will knock yo ass outta the screen nigga like "Whooptie!"
Wake up, little uzi
Wake up (Bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)
No vert, though
Leavin' em' murked, though
Hip-hop died, Gorilla rose from the dirt, though
Niggas out here rappin' in skirts, bro (Fuckin' ridiculous)
I will f*ck you up
Out here fuckin' bitches with the mushroom cut
When you see me all you hear is, "Buck, buck, buck, buck", uh

Oops upside of ya head
I said oops upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Oops upside of ya head
I said oops upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads

F*ck all the glamour and glitz, I plan to get rich
I'm from Brooklyn but was never a fan of the Nets
Middle finger up, hand on my dick
You can catch me in Quebec speakin' French on the Canada strip
You pussy, ya man is a bitch
Shoot sideways, damage my wrist
Keep squeezing 'til the hammer go 'click'
Lettin off outta the van
Miss you, paralyzing ya man, F*ck Ya Lyfe, though
You ain't hear a rapper this nice in ya life, though
I'm lightin' up the streets like I'm dancing with Michael
Side note: You rappers on the 'Gram sellin' verses like you workin' for Geico (Fifty percent off)
I'm from the jungle where we dine off creatures
Tryna see a mill, can't survive off features
On the road to riches, we holla at the bitches
And run around like we K-9's off leashes

Oops upside of ya head
I said oops upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Oops upside of ya head
I said oops upside of ya head
Boots to the side of ya dreads
Timb boots to the side of ya dreads
Shoot 'til all these rappers dead
(Brrt, bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah-bah, bang)

Yo, deadass, B, I'm a deadass G
Timbs and FYL brand gettin' deadass flee
You out here sellin' reggies with them dead ass trees
Runnin' outta gas in your deadass V
Up to Brownsville on this deadass Newport
Coney Island, Brooklyn, I'm so deadass New York
Four years on the run, deadass serious
I ain't doin' another sentence, deadass period

Wake up little uzi, wake up
Wake up little uzi, wake up
Wake up little uzi, wake up
Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh, Uh
F*ck Yo Lyfe

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Yo, fuckin' Nems, bro
Bro, it's Michael Anthony, bro
Yo, I need a fuckin' bag, bro
Julio's not pickin' up the fuckin' phone
I know that's your man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Like, c'mon, bro
Help me out, dude
Like, I'm fuckin', I'm like, my guts hurt, bro
I got the shakes, bro, come on, man
I need a hot bag, bro
I need some bundles
Hook me up, Nems, come on, man
Don't, don't, and don't call me back and say, "F*ck Ya Life", dude
I need a fuckin' b-, I need bundles, bro
My fuckin' guts hurt, bro, I'm sick, bro
C'mon, dude
The f*ck?
F*ck Ya Life

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