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313 - certified nique lyrics

[intro: drego]
(i got exotic pack)
(the circle)
(i hear you, jay c)
fft, beep
man

[verse 1: drego]
sh*t, i feel like tay tay, i pull up, hit ’em with the yop
my old*heads taught the dope game to me, i’ll never get a job
this sh*t never changed, i’m sellin’ rick james, cocaine (boy)
i play with my words, the work, they play with they veins
i’m plugged in with birds, you can come and get you a thing
they comin’ to get you if you playin’ ’round with my name (b*tch)
my youngin, he takin’ hits, ain’t comin’ here for your chain
i’m diggin’ her figure, like a picture, feelin’ her frame
with my old*heads, countin’ up millions, kickin’ some gamе
streets’ll drive you insane, i’m just sippin’, easin’ thе pain
oh, you playin’ with pape’? i ain’t into playin’ no games
half a ticket, it ain’t nothin’ to obtain three or four lanes, boy
them lil’ chains that you rockin’, they like ten a piece
i can slap a half a brick now right at tennekkee (right at tennessee)
b*tch a highlight reel ain’t as real as me
i can put a battery in they back and make ’em k!ll for free
tell me that you want it, baby, tell me that you need it
all you do is rap cap, n0body believe you
all i know is trap trap, turn up with my people
it ain’t sh*t to get a n*gga spinned, i’m like dr. evil
i’m evel knievel
creepin’ down a n*gga block, hit him with that heater
all this drank i sip, i get higher than the beatles
all this ‘miris drip, i get flyer than an eagle (the circle)
[verse 2: sada baby]
huh, huh, i can turn a quarter brick into a half a key, huh
i can turn a half a key into a masterpiece, huh
i can turn a masterpiece to a catastrophe, huh
right before the judge throw it away if n*ggas after me, huh
casually commit a casualty, huh
introduce a bad b*tch into some badder things, listen
up the chopper on an angry n*gga if he mad at me, huh
shoot him happily, huh, b*tch, it’s fap season, huh
pray to god right before i get to clappin’ demons
told her eat the d*ck, then throw it up, she tryna act bulimic
don’t be scared of babies on your face, don’t f*ck with hoes who squeamish
backpack him, chuck inglish, smoke a hacker ’cause he reachin’
ah*huh, got the jojo, goin’ off to tinas
made a freak b*tch put a script in her sphincter, ah*huh
pop a percocet and turn into a creature
when i used to sip, too quick to drop an opp in a liter
four on my right, middle the left how i been reppin’ my fingers
still ain’t think about you n*ggas, i’m just specially ignant
i don’t be tweakin’ when them n*ggas be remixin’ the six
hahaha, hmm
like that’s they business, i ain’t never in my feelings ’bout sh*t, huh
tryna catch up to the millions, never chasing no b*tch, huh
type of n*gga flip your whip because the drac’ got a switch, huh
only time i ain’t with your sis is when an ape outta d*ck, huh
she done drunk all my kids from the nuts, through the tip, huh
she in love with the meat, huh, i’m in love with her neck, huh
type of n*gga up ten m’s and take a gun on the jet, like
soon as i land, be done sent a slug through your vest
[verse 3: sk!lla baby]
huh, every time i rap, get on the track, i do the most
i’m tryna scam the day before it scam me, i feel like los
smoke a n*gga in his whip, i’m tryna turn him to a ghost
ain’t no smokin’ in my whip, this a motherf*ckin’ ghost (push that sh*t out, sk!lla)
when i slide, i don’t let n0body ride, i want my pistol
every time an opp n*gga go out of bounds, i blow my whistle
chain hangin’, came a long way from maintainin’
brodie g*ngb*ngin’, i’m outside thuggin’ like i ain’t famous
i’ll front you, i need double on the backend
and i need a little interest on them late payments
every time i park the scat, i gotta back in
’cause if a n*gga get to trippin’, i’ma let the k bang him
all my n*ggas get money like me and icy
pull up with a bunch of clips and shoot a movie like i’m spike lee
got more stripes than adidas, but i’m checked up like nike
scale sh*t like a libra, neck water like a pisces

[verse 4: beno]
right, told a b*tch give up her ceiling
lil’ b*tch, let me bust all on your face, i don’t want no children
how many times i gotta tell you, bae, i don’t care about your feelings?
we ain’t worried ’bout a murder case, we stacked it to a million
yeah, i heard the streets, yeah, they need me, they fiendin’
we gon’ water whip it with the fiji, i seen it
go ‘head, baby, spread them legs, let me see your cleavage
i just made an extra dub and blew it all at neimans
i’m strapped up, douple pressed
he said, “how you use this dope compressor?”
she say she like the rp 204s, but the rps work the best (mwah)
she my favorite tuck, nothin’ more, nothin’ less
a n*gga play with my money, it’s gon’ be russian roulette (the circle)
[verse 5: nuk]
i can turn a circle to a square
tell me how the f*ck y’all n*ggas never workin’, but you there?
say my n*ggas gang gangin’
my n*ggas like idris elba, they see your chain hangin’
they done bust a whole carti’ worth
i been steppin’ on that pressure so long, i get charlie horse
say my dog fire, ’93, this sh*t just like i’m sosa
in the monte like i’m suicidal, brains blew in the oldie
they know the game gon’ change when they see me
yeah, they know we played with cocaine ‘fore they came and did a sweep
i’m a redzone legend, n*ggas die when n*ggas there
n*ggas know when they see me, i make a lot of n*ggas scary
i don’t ride without my shooters, sh*t, they like to commandeer
boy, don’t pull up in the rear, we stripped a lot of n*ggas bare
bare*ass
i jumped out the back before they hit the spot with tear gas
i wrapped the whip with mirror tint to give ’em somethin’ to stare at
i don’t take no flight without my strap, boy, i got clear pass
boy, i rode the press to tennessee ’til i got whiplash
you can’t make a sale out there if i be there, that’s in the k
told my b*tch that i be on the road so much, i’m billy ray (the circle)

- certified nique lyrics

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