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lirik lagu nen, cart - done (prod. rileyxo)

[verse: nen]
he want the smoke with the gang
i got my glock in my hand, i’m finna let that bih bang
mag dump and we let it rain
we don’t give a f~ck n~gga we do not bang the same thing
hs40’s is the only thing, that i rep
n~gga i don’t give a f~ck ’bout yo gang
peak ’round, swing the corner
n~gga i’m finna let my f~cking nuts hang
orchestra how that f~cking choppa sang
n~gga you don’t bang, n~gga you not gang
f~ck that bih i don’t even know her name
put a hole in that boy chest just like dame
n~gga yo life is a muhf~ckin’ game
and i’mma play that b~tch just for the fun of it
f~ck that b~tch one time then i’m just so done with it
spinning yo block and then we get to dumping sh~t
slime sh~t, gang way, n~gga i don’t f~ck wit yall
slime yo ass in broad daylight, i don’t need no walls
pass me the ball, i’m the ball hog
n~gga shut up for i f~ck yo sh~t up
smoking that gas, man that sh~t got me stuck
countin’ that pape, man this sh~t not enough
rpg, blow yo whole block up
n~gga you trash, you so l just like dutt
said you make money, i don’t give a f~ck
rappin on this b~tch, no ad libs or nun
b~tch i be straight if that drank in my cup
track meet the g19, makin’ em run
cacophony the sound gon’ come out the gun
pop out that bih wit a whole honeybun
sippin’ on gin, n~gga you sippin’ on mud
ain’t tryn’ talk to you so just shut the f~ck up
yeah, just shut the f~ck up. (yuh, ya)
just shut the f~ck up
said this hoe big, yeah this bih look like a bus. (yeah, huh)
vvs stones on my neck, yeah this sh~t weigh a ton. (huh, yuh)
you try to come to this block then on god you is done. (huh, yuh)
[verse 2: cart]
hit you in the head, hit you in the body
pass you to my boy, like my name is scottie
dig the grave, won’t leave no trace
no evidence, yeah they have no case
burn our clothes, b~tch they ain’t gon know it’s us
boxcutter to his throat, i feel like my name is gus
hop in the mark, yeah b~tch we finna dip
hop on the road, cuz we going home
cut his body in half at the hip
done this before, p~ssy get a grip
got the loot, hop in the mark, finna go
if i see feds then you know i’m gon’ blow
250 on the parkway, you already know, how this gon’ go
big steppas this b~tch, you know they gon’ blow
you know they gon’ bang, you know they gon’ k!ll
if you talk sh~t then you know this sh~t get real
this sh~t finna get physical
no point in running, my sight digital
if you shut up then i might let you go
best start runnin’ now ‘fore i up pole
y’know who is dangerous? nen off the cart
he don’t aim for head, boy he aim for yo heart
p~ssyboy on a segway, paul blart
could this be a cart song if i ain’t say fart?
[outro: cart]
(i don’t think so) yo b~tch is a hoe
(yo b~tch let me hit) cuz she like how my d~ck
(hit her in the cl~t) she lettin’ it rip
(her p~ssy gon’ queef) the way that it suck up my meat
(i think my life is complete) this p~ssy is so elite
(this p~ssy in my top ten) only topped by her best friend

[outro: nen]
you try to come to this block then on god you is done. (huh, yuh)
you try to come to this block then on god you is done. (huh, yuh)

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