lirik lagu nuk & certified nique - mitten music
[intro]
(the circle)
my wristwork is an antique
(my n~gga lee, i think we got another one)
i get tired of steppin’ on that dog, i need like ten feet
[chorus]
yeah, that switch i got so loud, it’s like i ripped off my exhaust
all my b~tches only f~ckin’ me, it’s like a call
i got too much of that weight, i sell that dog like it’s an auction
i might give this sh~t away for fourteen like andy dalton
my mans ain’t used to gettin’ him no p~ssy and he crossed me
why you givin’ up the info to the b~tches? boy, you lost me
i’m too street, i be in that field more than a rolling
tried to tell that n~gga ’bout that double back, that’s where it cost him
[verse 1]
love when i see stripеs up on the b~tch, that’s when i walk
i ain’t takin’ up a jig, they say hе leak more than a faucet
the way that i put boy on girl, they call that sh~t adultery
if i pop this perc’, i bet she leave my bedroom with a walker
i put d~ck down
i whip up and lock it right before i send the brick out
my unky tried to still step on that press and threw his hip out
i don’t tell a b~tch we finna f~ck, i just whip d~ck out
i sip more than pimp c
she say that i’m always in her head, i let her rent free
i get tired of steppin’ on that dog, i need like ten feet
i cook up like aunt b
my wristwork is an antique
don’t know about no shovel pass, i serve it to ’em hands~free
[chorus]
yeah, that switch i got so loud, it’s like i ripped off my exhaust
all my b~tches only f~ckin’ me, it’s like a call
i got too much of that weight, i sell that dog like it’s an auction
i might give this sh~t away for fourteen like andy dalton
my mans ain’t used to gettin’ him no p~ssy and he crossed me
why you givin’ up the info to the b~tches? boy, you lost me
i’m too street, i be in that field more than a rolling
tried to tell that n~gga ’bout that double back, that’s where it cost him
[verse 2]
yeah, i got that bag, but it’s triple if i get it to you
i’m a trap n~gga, i make mitten music
i make “run it up” music, the pretty b~tches f~ck to it
i can’t picture her havin’ no ass if ain’t no cuff to it
all my n~ggas step on work, we have frat parties
all y’all n~ggas bags jeff, i got matt hardy
you’d never see my lover boy until you coppin’ birds
i be passin’ out omarions and tell ’em you got served
tell ’em who got work for real
tell ’em who got shot, and why you act like you ain’t hurtin’ still?
if you want some weight, you better catch me while i’m workin’, then
i’m the type of n~gga that can probably change your circumstance
[chorus]
yeah, that switch i got so loud, it’s like i ripped off my exhaust
all my b~tches only f~ckin’ me, it’s like a call
i got too much of that weight, i sell that dog like it’s an auction
i might give this sh~t away for fourteen like andy dalton
my mans ain’t used to gettin’ him no p~ssy and he crossed me
why you givin’ up the info to the b~tches? boy, you lost me
i’m too street, i be in that field more than a rolling
tried to tell that n~gga ’bout that double back, that’s where it cost him
[outro]
i ain’t takin’ up a jig, they say he leak more than a faucet
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