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nauseous - a.k grey, andrei lyrics

[ak]
yuah
yuh
oohhhaaah
yah ak
yuh
ay

ak on the track then it’s a mosh pit
pull up to the function they like aww sh*t
sippin’ on this drank sh*t got me nauseous
wallet full of green guys they all dead
yah yah
two tone cuban like a fountain
stackin foreign money i can’t count this
told em boys pipe down all my homies be wylin’
said i bite your sound
but i’m the one who founded it

amiri skeleys kickin b*tch i’m teed bruh time to boot it up
all my homies in the studio you don’t do enough
ate the beat then i threw it up
i would hate to be you stupid f*cks
ak b*tch i stay paid
bout 100 k in a couple months
bad b*tch roll me twenty blunts
new wave i’m only twenty sum
flex up like c bum
pourin’ creatine in a double cup
no simp but i love a sl*t
f*ck with me bae i’m one of none
add the stats yeah do the math sh*t i’m cashin’ out just to sum it up
ak pacino been counting up c notez to boost up my ego the f*ck do you mean
ice on my neck and the eagle my chest i could fly off the pressure that put you sleep
booty too thicc but that p*ssy petite
i’m still tryna see competing with me
snakes at my feet alexander mcqueen louis v double g frames i hardly can see

[dre]
yeah im wearin’ supreme
yeah yeaah
im wearin’ supreme
yeaaahh
wearin’ supreme
i ain’t make trades but i got that b*tch on me pass to team
ay
and i’m off a bean
that b*tch ass is fat od
i already heard what they gon say but they can’t f*ck with me
got that glock up on my hip i keep that sh*t is got a beam
she say she a christian ion wear no true religion jean
uh uhh
uhh
i got that bag huh
i take your b*tch and you mad huh
how the f*ck does he go and just spazz out
like why the f*ck he in all black uhh
like i do the dash i don’t crash out
like i just gotta go n hit that b*tch just once
then imma tap out
press em and i make em tap out
shawty look good with her ass out
me n ak countin cash now
i got the digi on dash nowww
[ak]
ak on the track then it’s a mosh pit
pull up to the function they like aww sh*t
sippin’ on this drank sh*t got me nauseous
wallet full of green guys they all dead
yah yah
two tone cuban like a fountain
stackin foreign money i can’t count this
told em boys pipe down all my homies be wylin’
said i bite your sound
but i’m the one who found this sh*t
gooo
i make tenfold what you made today
tuh
b*tch im dripped out in this bathing ape
f*ck
beatin’ on my chest who’s my pray today
hah
f*ckin’ on these 808’s i need a gatorade like
looorrrd
protect me from the evil that i can’t see
(oh nooo)
demons in my head they harass me
(no no no)
i just hit that gas you can’t catch me
star into the light until i can’t see
noooo
what would jesus do
we gon come thru you bouta need him too
why you been hatin’ on me
i just been prayin’ for you
all my boys droppin’ sum heat
see the grind give a salute
[dre]
i keep it real
i just been movin like navy seals
i got that glock and i spin n i peel
she on d*ck shawty she know the deal
f*ckin
f*ckin her good off a pill
i got that sh*t know the deal
she know the deal
she know that sh*t for real
i got your hoe for real
i got your hoe for real yah

- a k grey andrei lyrics

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