Lyrics:
they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't
they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we didn't
she copped me a piece
Wack-ass caliber, nickel-plated with the silencer
What? She don't know I like my guns pretty?
Like my boy Castor Troy with
the truth
Dicks I like 'em fat like a pickle
Hard like nickel, juicy like a Popsicle
Niggas mention me for a sexual reference
Lil Kim's everybody's sexual
calm my adrenaline
Roll day on the strip, SK in the crib
Honey crack valve playin' the binge
Nickel nine gleam, like this armor rolled up
My
What you don't got I can't give to you
You got calamities to live through
Just when the nickels come a jingling down
you've got to use them all
hand,
Yes, march me away to the station,
I'm off to some far-distant land.
5. Sometimes I have a nickel,
And sometimes I have a dime,
Sometimes I
girl I ever have had,
She said goodbye, I can take a cry, I want to lay down and die.
I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime.
She don't come
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
let the pistol smoke
Loyal members in a crew now down with the game
Selling nickels and dimes in sunshine or rain
What I had was bad from my shoes
and you had to get off smack 'cause they stopped booking you
So don't try me, or even get in my space
Funny how I take a step back, and nickel B in your
a Knicks game
And I don't know who's addict the worst
Me to this money or these fiends to this work
Here a nickel worth more than your five senses
Even Five
a nickel
You'd better run and hide
He's a street rat
Nothing to offer
Street rat
Snake in the grass
Street rat
Steals another meal
Street rat
But it maybe
he told me no stupid-ass
we call dem my nickel bags
i bus one up wit him cuz he my nagua
at two in the mornin' some niggas was standin' beside us
one
just for fun
but ain't it funny how good love shows
you know how to tell a joke in troubled times
pass the sugar on a cold dark night
spend a nickel just
raining outdoors.
Oh she's gone
I know she won't come back
I take the last nickel I won't ever sack
You better come on
In my kitchen
Where there's got
a bougie street nigga, I had bad thots
He swung the dough and put a nickel in his dreadlocks
My niggas junkies, mixin' Percocets and Pink Runtz
That shit
ballers like Rachel Nickel
We listened to your mixtape later giggled
Sold her dope dick?
Gave her Flee Farms
ANNND "I don't care how high you are"
You had
it blow
Nigga talkin' like he raw but you know I really know
When they try to cut me off, I'ma show how it go
Xd four nickel, two cars, four
business
As far back as I can remember, it's been gangsta
Old Earth had to hustle hard to make it better
Kept a nickel plated .32 behind the dresser
to make it better
Kept a nickel plated .32 behind the dresser
Showed me where she kept it in case of any pressure
Friends all fresher, tired of havin'
missile
You bitch better drip, better wet that whistle
It's still the young 20 somethin', bitch hungry on a hunt
For the chip, better flip that nickel
pistol, speak on the dead and my niggas gon' get you
6 shots from the nickel, got my stripe like a ref without a whistle
And I love my vultures do what
sandwiches they was a $1.50
But you seven dollars, nickel bag and white owl
I hope the chicken sandwich last us through the night child
We ain't care we
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