Lyrics:
the accountant
So if you how feel and know these nixxas be flawgin
Say I don’t need nixxas, nixxas need me
Say I don’t need nixxas, nixxas need me
Say I don’t need
won't admit it, I still won't admit
Nixxa aint no cap in my rap cus most of these rap nixxa b***hes
These fuck nixxa gimmick
Everything I say bish I'm
On Gang
JerkTunez
Man I gotta get this papa
Ta show my daughta, we got hatas
And I don't need no nixxa
So I stay off to my self because I'am that nixxa
My nixxa im different
I got the blower das ringing
I got the things in
My nixxas be bitting
I got the rolls of the cling in
All in the kitchen
My
I'm the muthafuckin goat
Fuck it I'm crashing out
All these thoughts up in my head I feel like spazzin out
I know some nixxas want me dead but I'm
LEX DEM
TELL DEM
Nixxas be capping and shit
VERSE 1
Nixxas be capping and shit
My Nixxa I’m jacking my shit
We rocking designer we rich
Broke boy
Yeaaa 4oe gang nixxa
Yeaaa hold up Yea Yea
Nixxa we came from the trenches we straught out the north use to post by the store
Binkin and buckin we
OhLord Ohlord ohlord Ohlord
1ST VERSE
Rock you good yea im str8 im eating trying to gain a lil weigh man up nixxa hold ya weigh if you on my team you
CHORUS
Aint no love aint no love in my city aint no love in my city nixxa
Aint nomo love aint no love in my city
Where the love in my city nixxa
Aint
Gotta watch all my friends
Nixxa
It's big dolphin and brainy
Killing this here
(Da brainy killed the beat)
Yeah watch your friends
Watch your friends
started
But I don't want to be a target
Trench god
Dexth to all them nixxas that switched side
If it ain't about that cash don't hit this line
It's still
he sent extra
RoccN designer that’s Fendi, Fendi li nixxa
Fucc u two times that’s Fendi, FucC li nixxa
Playing with them bags I got plenty, bags I got
It was just me
Bad hxes
Loud smoke
And a couple real nixxas from the west coast
I know that you want to be here
But you ain’t real enough to eat here
Boogotti Kasino
Yea 5x
Nixxas know I brought my brotha Drank Nitti wit me
Yea 4x
KASINO
Yea
On God
If you love yo big brotha u betta come get em/
I know that I'm the man, yah
I'm tryna get this paper
Fake nixxas out my way, yah
Coz you don't know my pain, yah
And I don't understand, nixxas
They done tried to count a young nixxa out
But they cannot stop me I'm always in route
I do not go for the clout
I sit back and watch while you
Love mines with a bag & bout business
She don't even really need no nixxa
No gold digger just a real go getter
Won't show that ass when she posing in
credit No discount If you need It gotta pay now
I Mite pull Up serve You Drop nixxa thats Ah drive By
Nixxa play I Do i do A Drive-by walk down thats
Shorty she know I be thugging
I came from them trenches them dealers and killer
My shooter be clutching
Them nixxas want me dead
I swear I won't
You aint got shit going you regular, Regular!!
If you my bitch you aint regular, Regular!!
Blowing on good gas this aint regular, Regular!!
My nixxa we
whispering like a
Muhfuckin, Jack harlow
(Woo, Hey, Hey)
Young rich nixxa bitchh
She can swallow
(Hey,Hey)
Girl i know you can
swallow
It's so far no, woo
Realest nixxa in it I don't need no validation
I never folded on them cases
And I still be in the trenches I ain't never say I made it
So what's
bitch took me through plenty shit. Na i cant trust a bitch that was my fault i was too nice. Shit happened twice off a nixxa like lights.
That was my
but dont hit me up
When they seeing you going through it they sit back and laugh like look at this nixxa
Stay on ya toes like you jooking lil nixxa
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