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angles - nast b lyrics

[intro: nast b]
i’m the one that’s on them private islands
i’m the one that’s tryna see n*ggas shinin’
{?} is this you?
it’s nast n*gga
what up savage?
[?]
it’s nast, uh

[verse 1: nast b]
i’m movin’ too many drugs
and i’m plugged in with too many plugs
police ask me question my shoulder gon’ shrug
that l!ck wasn’t sweet that sh*t came with some blood
that n*gga ain’t gangster he just need a hug
step on a n*gga do him like a bug
me and lil’ bro had to sleep on the rug
we come from the bottom, the dirt, the mud
now we on the flights, the shows, the clubs
bro got a stick and it’s filled with slugs
n*gga we paid like 42 dugg
sniff of the runtz got a n*gga like “uh”
that money you havin’ don’t make you a thug
we takin’ you down if push come to shove
long live drew had to send him a dove
i know he watchin’ this sh*t from above
n*gga it’s nast, i’m not the flex type
beat on the block and get hit with the left right
get rich now i can sleep in the next life
cop me a play bust it down for the right price
happy as sh*t but you wearin’ some fake ice
yo who that? make a right at the next light
backdoor the plug if he sweet than i just might
glock 23 i ain’t talkin’ ’bout like mike
pillow talkin’ that’s the sh*t that i don’t like
j of the runtz to the face sound just right
most of you n*ggas be sweeter than klondike
i stay down i don’t be lookin’ for limelight
i’m just tryna show my n*ggas we got ’em
if brodie ridin’ then i’m right there beside him
dove in the water i feel like poseidon
caught him in traffic that n*gga was silent
my young n*ggas wildin’ they ain’t got no guidance
i’m the one that’s turnin’ dirt into diamonds
i’m the one that’s on them private islands
i’m the one that’s tryna see n*ggas shinin’
b*tch it was cool before you came
i’d rather roll up the ‘za boy i’m good on the [?]
married the game i just got me a new ring
got to get high ’cause it help with the mood swings
[verse 2: no savage]
mob, mob, uh, i’m in the amg takin’ up two lanes
this b*tch in the whip eatin’ d*ck like it’s lomein
uh, i got caught up i’m bringin’ the whole gang
jump in that water and he gon’ get one in his brain, uh, uh
run to the sack tell his b*tch*ass “catch up”
i’m the one helpin’ his child i stepped up
clear out his block with a drac’ it get hectic
i got him k!lled ’cause he kept on finessin’
catchin’ bodies hold me back from my blessin’s
put it all on his top but i ended up checkin’ him
if she was my b*tch tell her “show her your necklace”
i got like 300 bands that’s an estimate
i took a lot of perc’s i’m deep in my element
it look like it’s .223s in the fn
if you hit my drank you gon’ die ’bout some medicine
b*tch, b*tch, think i’m the l!ck i’ma get on my sh*t quick
i know you don’t want to get on my sh*t list
get n*ggas k!lled i done rolled up a hit list
we all mad we come with the hit stick
rappers be cappin’ i know they ain’t thrill as this
i got a cool hundred racks with my maryland men
he don’t wanna get out the way we gon’ break him in
we drop the top and pull up we gon’ spank the bin
shoot him in his head i don’t want him think again
back in ’09 was runnin’ from [?]
bad relationships they call it entanglements
if i go on the run bet i’m armed and dangerous
homicide signs so they know where i’m claimin’
i still can’t get out the way while i’m famous
i’m watchin’ this sh*t come from all new angles
b*tch, mob

- nast b lyrics

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