Lyrics:
'before they unbefriend you
Burned my first mixtape
Started with a hundred spindle
Heard he claiming brick mob but he
Not even from the nickels
Catching
Now I'm really hot now I'm really hot
All these niggas bitches tripping
Acting like we different
We be sipping keep that nickel
If a nigga
Jordan
If you stupid, niggas mad 'cause we do this
Lil Varney he a savage and he ruthless
3Hunna OTF, that's the movement
Put a drum in a nickel
ay, ay, ay)
I don't do them nickels and dimes (Ay)
DaBaby DaBaby DaBaby DaBaby (Ay)
Got a diaper on and he still fine (Turn up)
Yeah that's what I made
Beat the case so I skipped the jail
If I toss a nickel then I wish you well
Rah, my hitmen don't miss men, they kill shit
Trunk a nigga then burn the car
busy like a pretty
Brown round nickel
I can't let the time just pass me
So don't worry 'bout me baby I'm outchea
Dreams that I'm chasin', I can't
and bags from Chanel (Uh)
Issey Miyake, smellin' up my Kawasaki
Draws by Versace or them joints by Jockey
Clock me workin' real hard for a nickel
(Uh, huh)
the service drive
On North and 39th with some
Drugs on soft buildings
Really in a ville pitchin'
Never been off-fielder
East back to west my nickels
Real 6ixmob
their face is hidden
Harvard alumni
See the ghetto as dumb guys
Give em a nickel for a million bucks of gun rhymes
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la
d'enculer
(x2)
Grosse frappe lucarne comme Makele
bientôt y feront tous la que leu leu
Jamais on dira nickel leu leu
Car j'ai la mort en double appel leu leu
ring
Bucket hat with the wrinkled brim
I'm in the water where it's sink or swim
Doin' math on the abacus
Already made the nickel, I'm thinkin' ten
walked around with the iron for any wrinkle in time
I pay the peace of my mind for every nickel and dime
But never less than a five and never slept
Jack
Nickel said J.I.D. so flame I propane rap
I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter
But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise
all need collards
Been ribbing these nickels but ain't got no dollars
We dig our own ditches, we roll our own smokes
And we're secretly wishing that
jumped in my shell when I saw my momma burning trees
Hard white, I trickle nickel bags
Ice cold true shit, in the booth with blue lips
On your grave
a nickel, for a dime
Street life, but you better not get old
Or you're gonna feel the cold
There's always love for sale
A grown up fairy tale
Prince
None found alive
Trees break the sidewalk
And the sidewalk skins my knee.
There's glass in my thermos and blood on my jeans
Nickels and dimes
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
lite-ass nickel plates
So if you want to misbehave nigga
I'll have to kick it to the motherfuckin' grave digger
Yeah motherfucker you heard it
Doin'
only one request of your life
That you spend it all with me
All the seasons and the times of your days
All the nickels and the dimes of your days
store
Man G, candy's far from what they want
You might see a pickle or a popsicle
But if you step to the back, you get dimes, twenties, and nickels
batteries
Attach my fashion to the casualties of anarchy
Save my nickels up to buy that homeless man a brand new horn
Then sit up on his crate as I witness
in his middle I'm doin' my best,
He's about the worst bucker I've seen on the range
He can turn on a nickel and give you some change.
He turns
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