Lyrics:
was one to never like back-talk
See me at the pearly gates in line, wearing a North Face
Nickle 9 at my waist, God done lost faith
Angels greet me,
real right, uh
This that pure white crack
Yo ma need that
Lord knows she needed then nickle blows to function
This that new Maybach, I'ma speed in it
and crackin' dem nickles
I'm up on the block and I'm posted like Moses Malone
Fifty a pop, my numbers and fifty is on
I'm still in the spot where most
Mamma throw a nickle and the man will tick
A little tune we love
Open your heart let the music in
There goes the man with the mandolin
an fight for
My spot with my muscle an bench press the
Shotgun im pumpin it
We gonna get us or we gonna take theres with
A nickle plated nina with a trigger
A nickle plated nina ready to explode
On any nigga tryin to jack, rat-a-tat-tat
Put his ass on his back for the comosat
Now can I keep my style and get
Nine ninety nine
Oh, I got a pocket calculator
Yeah, wake up, it don't make sense
Nickles and dimes
Nine ninety nine
The lion and the lamb are
man gimme somethin man! Common! Ah heh!
Let's Make a Deal pickle I'm pitchin penny dimes and nickles
You couldn't sell a sticker on the tape your DJ
never let no nickle-dime whore ever get the chance to abuse it.
They can suck it for hours and hours on end, but I'll still be in control.
And I won't cum
him
Reached into my d-da-da-das and pulled out my strap, check it out
Nickle plated chrome planet Clint Eastwood special
Designed strictly for
o' nigga that I love to hate
Brutally bust ya shit like a nigga turned primate
Time of the year, feel great, clean slate
Throw a nickle plate,
outdoors
He's gone
I know he won't come back
I took his last nickle from his nation sack
You betta come on in my kitchen 'cause its going to be
my time
Niggas boring, his flow is not like mine
A couple hundreds just to watch my time
Since I was young, I was jugging
Nickles and dimes
sell a nickle chums to bums
Run away from home, running through the streets with a chrome
-nigga, fuck that, you see I'm livin on my own
-my life is
nigga starin dead at me
He said can I get a muthafuckin nickle for three
I told his ass to da better in his rorock swetta
He got a daughter he ain't fed
Honey-sicles
I'ma send your ho a text with the purple pickle
Nigga I ain't gotta flex, I'm a real nigga
I know niggas in the bando still trapping nickles
Pop
for your bitches
Them gang niggas turn to bodyguards catching bodies for a nickle
Day one's (?)
Fuckboys that got me fucked up, your boy gon' keep
Lay it on the line
Give it some stick
No nickle no dime
Gonna pile it on thick
Rattle your cage
Moving in fast
Don't take no lip
He ain't gonna pass
wrong
Everything about you dead gone
Niggas in the front, heard you got my back
I'mma put the drug back in
The street like nickle crack abstract
One for
Except my mobile home
I started pickin' and a grinnin' and a drawin' a crowd
Saved up my nickles and I turned it around
Hitched up the trailer and my
dressed in black
He's got 15 nickles [bindles?] of cocaine tied up in a sack
And this here's a government experiment and we're driving like Hell
To give
Tryin' to make a livin
That's the bottom line
It ain't easy tryin' to stretch
A nickle into a dime
Sweatin' for the dollar
Workin' for the man
Between you - between you...
Between you and me
The stars and stripes meet the hammer and sickle
Not for honour but roubles and nickles
It
you - between you...
Between you and me
The stars and stripes meet the hammer and sickle
Not for honour but roubles and nickles
It ain`t
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