Lyrics:
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
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,
of nickels
I'm sippin' Codeine, I ain't really into drinkin' liquor
Ain't with the internet beef, real gangster, I got real issues
Million from my deal,
'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
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
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
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
'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!
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
champagne bubbles tickle ya nose
Before you I wouldn't throw my old nickels at hoe's
I'm just glad we can get close, for breakfast in the mornin'
We can
free-base
But when it made it to my block, me and my boys called it Crack Rock
We used to cook it up and bag it up and sell 'em
Nickels and dimes to any
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
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
In the real world
All that gold
All that silver prove
Is that the powerful own the truth
With their Heckle and Jekyll smiles
Down to nickels
'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
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
shit, the family seen that
Go getter, gorillas go get 'em if it's tension (let's go)
Four nickel, won't miss 'em, drop a dime, now he missin'
Leave
and murder, nickel plated burner
Talk fly, nigga clip your wings
Put your bitch in the cross fades, chicken wings
We flip birds like we're flying trapeze
Save a nickel spend a dime
On living it up
Not everybody knows an outskirts sky glow
Yell, "turn it up", sing every word of Friends In Low
Not
it
Yea we like the ladies who ride like nice
Up on their bicycles with ice popsicles
For five nickels I can get us on the tunnel of love
Romancing is
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