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shots freestyle - nanas lyrics

it’s nanas b*tch
aye aye
yup yup

on my commas
i’m with the drama
call me donna to my iguana
i get my dollas
rap like my father
dont even bother
i’ll make u holla
you tried to hit but dat sh*t ain’t fit
now u fit, yo girl had sick
still my tip he was still on tip
with yo ass but he still on my tip
trynna hit l!ck, trynna get l!ck
lil n*gga couldn’t handle this b*tch
yeah i’ma boss got drip like i’m sauce
new whip gone cost f*ck what you thought
runnin up check, but know i invest
b*tch is pressed but now you impressed
and i rap on the beat cause i come with the heat
raised in the streets so i got that piece
blow you kiss
i know you p*ssed
if i make a diss
hoes gone snitch
tell that n*gga that i said hi
is you still crying bout yo b*tch
last n*gga i f*ckеd wanna hit it again
his new b*tch is plain and i call her jane
i’m a grown b*tch, so stay in yo lanе
we not the same so no fair game n*gga
call that n*gga out on the track haha
tell kombat to run that sh*t back b*tch
i’m throwing shots so you better duck n*gga

boop boop b*tch
no f*cking for a feature
student i’m the teacher
bible like a preacher
twice double feature
fast like a seizure
k!ller i’m shether
put on her on t*shirt
wouldn’t wanna f*ck with me either b*tch
got that clip to my hip b*tch
if i reach better dip b*tch
got a new n*gga so don’t even trip
you cannot hang this my playground
last n*gga a dog and he still at the pound
come get yo n*gga he bark like a hound
n*gga get anxious when i come around
shoutout to oakland know that’s my hometown
here come the queen so hoe pipe down
she acting real funny, her n*gga a clown
if b*tches is talking i lay her to ground
my p*ssy a weakness, he get for season
if say no then he gone be vegan
get you some money and practice what you preaching
seeing me win and ask me how i’m eating
i am the coach, you should come to my team
money and blessings is all that i need
my family raised me with high self esteem
calling me c*cky and i would agree
blow you kiss
i know you p*ssed
if i make a diss
hoes gone snitch
tell that n*gga i said wassup
better be lucky i ain’t pull up
last n*gga i f*cked wanna hit it again
throwing these shots and i aim for the neck
shoot it agian aim for yo chest then aim for yo head and make sure you dead n*gga

- nanas lyrics

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