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donovan mitchell’s tournament - nayan kessee lyrics

(verse1)moncler bubble jacket from the next season
with diamonds from sierra leon,grown overseas it
get cold the air breezing,below 30 degrees when
a nifga start sneaking,but won’t turn up and be sh*t
i leave them b*tches leaking,slap,spit on or grieving
i b strapped so never sleeping,trash cans with the pz in
black vans with keys ins,add grams and pack trees in
gran ams that pack 3z and,57 on the cement
yellow tape that cc sh*t,resuscitation needless
that hesitation seedless, scratching prezi’z off of keys list
bezеl lit 3 c sh*t, carrots heavy from the ring still
flood bands off z’s still, fold bands off e pills
boats plans that got gz still, dopе ran that got feet still
stepped on a few times, but 2 times get you 3 still
i lost a few lives, but through mines you living dreams still
baguettes and pool vibes,on pool sides living dreams real

(hook)tag nifgas,bag n*gga,bag bigger
bad b*tches,mad figgas,crack trenches
that n*gga uh
fast riches,fast whip us,mack grippers
pack flippers,cash getters,stacks thicker
that n*gga uh
rat k!llers,smack n*ggas,crack dealer
cap n*ggas,cat n*ggas,hack nifgas
pack nifgas up
pass nifgas,trash nifgas,ass n*ggas
sad b*tches, trash b*tches
leaving after round one
(verse2)snitches still hating,parlaying with the narks still
matter of time fake nifgas a switch they just start real
matter how grind and get cake, thats how a boss feel
and nifgas talking sideways, flip the story like a cart wheel
won’t need to bullet proof,the silver bullet coupe with dark tents
these b*tch n*ggas goofys, too stupid to be in smart sh*t
switch tags to roofless, suwhooping, b at parks rich
from pitching glass off park bench,to splitting bags proportionate
getting halfs to more chips,win and brag i’m more lit
see b*tches and laugh,in cheap brands from not the store i’m in
dior bomber jackets is bands what type of store i spend
cash on the drip that’s a grand or maybe morer than
jealous we ain’t seeing alike, we don’t need more of them
we morguing them, frontal lobe bullets and his stournum hit
shooters can’t afford to miss,donovan mitchel tournaments

- nayan kessee lyrics

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