Lyrics:
before our dimes run out, nickel please
I think we lost the keys to the kingdom,
Before we'd seen them
Don't be sad
Don't be sad
Don't be sad
Don't
panels stitched in the back of my neck for nickels and sour milk by the week.
Cheek to the heartache.
At the center of my anthem lies a blend of temper
Let’s get this record started alright?
Sitting on the bus
Three nickels in the Walkman
High as fuck, loopy cadet
Bent stupor out the bullpen
Flexed it
crime affects time on the Island
Nickel and dimin', the hustle's optional
Powerful moves
Copped two work shifts, block side-gig or two
Under the table
Don’t bring no knives, no fists
(It’s a gunfight)
Squatting, proper aim
Laying on the strong beer
Matching pair o' nickel six poppers
Thrown in our gear
a lifetime
Play nice, learn a lesson
Fall apart as easily as moonlight
Know what you want, give it to someone
Spending their memory's nickels and pennies
I give him my last nickel
And it leaves me in a pickle
Ain't nobody's business if I do
Well, I'd rather my man would hit me
Than for him to jump
'em up)
And baggin' bitches like nickels
'Cause I licked 'em where they tickle before I hit the clit though
I'ma split 'til I pronounce, more hits
choreographed in traffic
dancing for nickels
Looked like sickle cells to the principles of pi rotary
One hope distortion odyssey sputters itself to my how not
her baby back
And if all of them die, I'm okay with that
'Cause the G-A-N-G, we don't play with that
Four-nickel, I packaged the Drac' with that
Somebody else's money? I make the money
Man i roll the nickels the game
Is mine i'm the king!
Gotta get fetti, gotta get that dough
Please don't hate me
up page twenty-one and stuck it in my shoes
I gave me a nickel to the poor my good turn for the day
I folded up my old billfold and I threw it far
Bitch, I get it, stack it, flip it, make it triple, yeah, yeah
My lil' nigga shine your head for a nickel
I get racks, that's for shizzle
Diamonds wet,
'T'aint nobody's business if I do, do, do do!
If I give him my last nickel,
And it leaves me in a pickle,
'T'aint nobody's business if I do, if I do!
you're missing these little puns
I'm insured, yeah, the settlement is finna come
He's still shining if I'm jacked for every nickel, son
'Cause no way I'mma
And we only get iller with time,
Me and nickel fucking shit up on the grounds
Tellin' us to pipe down
It's like talking to a meth head
Bruce Willis
Went to a beautiful place one time
Didn't care nothing 'bout a nickel or a dime
Sat there watching the river roll by
Spend my whole life with
'em up)
And baggin' bitches like nickels
'Cause I licked 'em where they tickle before I hit the clit though
I'ma split 'til I pronounce, more hits
pennies nickels and dimes
Hard to walk a straight line
When the road curves like a snake
And most leaders are cowards lies and fakes
Who shout out follow in
Went to a beautiful place one time
Didn't care nothing 'bout a nickel or a dime
Sat there watching the river roll by
Spend my whole life with
niggas fuckin up all the rules. that ain't blowed ass recon that ain't dro diss popcorn you fuckin right they comin back like you sellin the nickel they
on the dark side, baptized in dirty water
The murder marx side, dark skies to early mornings
What's a nickel bag to a profit/prophet, graze hit 'em right out
with that shit
That shit stressin' me out
Nickel nine is blowin' up
Christmas time, you should hang my album on top of your fireplace
Cause around that
turns around and gives the misses hugs and kisses
Looks at me twisted, like Nickel "Yeah, watch this shit"
He smacks the dentures outta the mouth
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