lirik lagu nick grant - luxury vintage rap
[verse 1]
all you rap n-ggas running in place
nothing to say you such a disgrace
i don’t want it easy baby, it’s the love of the chase
life’s a wet dream n-ggas a k!ll you and come to your wake
my demeanor fly benny medina high as chris tucker’s eyes
when watching al greene but the game changed they cross dress
rim offset i’m a dog marrying me miss lady is farfetched
run simmons leathers the mc never lost
i’m cut from biggie’s coogi sweater cloth
“x” marks the spot i pray we never cross
drug dealer thoughts inspired by raw report
unruly italian cut suits i’m such a mulli
ferrari with the bubble booty never hug a groupie
francis ford dope enough i’m a seduction movie
quick to bust like when a baby clutch an uzi
[verse 2]
i don’t believe the devil came as a snake
why would he come as something you naturally hate
i got fine taste get it
why wait. shooter keep the 30 like a 9-5 break
sh-t get ugly as strangé
diamonds shine on my b-tch call it a blind date
everything is high stakes
can’t wait to get the rollie with the wide face
i’ma call it moesha
i ain’t doing features n-gga
triple beam dream these dope fiends get lit
i never compromise my integrity for a hit
my story rag and rich
but funny how when i got the money i never fell off
give my ring a kiss
don sh-t keyante sip basking in the ambiance
listen and get insomnia
her top left me hanging like a top of palm tree slop me up
in and out her like a robbery bruh
[verse 3]
high fashion
i’m the newest king of all these rappers
go head and make a list of who’s the wackest
you ran rapid, little one hit wonders were average
that hoe called fame sh-t you can have her
pure n-gga vernacular
benz backing up ball player swagger (huh)
got to stay in tune i’m looney it’s just my character
i go deep in j-panese denim with a freak
english don’t speak any
i made it by the skin if my t–th celebration call it off
(nah) not tonight no good words for me
i ain’t even got a vice
rob the game we got paper to blow
n-ggas hate who they relate to the most
i don’t get it
i’m a star you’ll need forever to reach nick
grimm reaper flirting i can feel death in each kiss
john lennon vintage no cheap sh-t you weak sh-t
sugar on the kit that’s a sweet l!ck
f-ck ’em all
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