mr. matchmaker - nbg dock lyrics
[intro]
aye bro you know nbg dropped a new track?
who is nbg?
who nbg?
yeah who is it?
is you for real?
yeah. (ay baby you did this one)
bruh stop playing with me
i’m serious
you dead serious?
dead serious
like g o d?
g o d bro
man let me turn this up
[verse 1]
uncle told me not to trust a b*tch they have you looking stupid
call me mr matchmaker b*tch i’m feeling like i’m cupid
yeah i’m fat but you h*lla skinny looking like a toothpick
talking all that sh*t up on the gram but you ain’t gon’ do sh*t
jiggy on the beat i ain’t gon’ lie i’m feeling like i’m brock
yeah, my last b*tch got me mad cause she got me blocked
she was tryna destroy my image that’s what got her cropped
i’m a petty n*gga get your sh*t but i’mma keep them socks
nevermind i bought you all that sh*t, b*tch i need it back
i don’t need no love from no thot i just need a sack
somebody call yn jay i need him on a track
just because i got a n*gga flow that don’t mean i’m wack
they worry bout my flow but n*ggas know that my sh*t is bussin’
hating on the net that sh*t g*y n*ggas so disgusting
bow bow bow d*mn this beat punching
uh oh, my momma listening i gotta stop cussing
na i’m playing it’s aight she ain’t really trippin’
[verse 2]
this n*ggas call me dirty dan cause i’m really spittin’
they only say your sh*t is fire cause your breath be kickin’
hey little silly rabbit trix are for kids
yeah, i be smoking on that loud while you be smoking mid
n*ggas be blowing on that reggie thinking it’s some sh*t
i gotta hit the hood store i’m tryna buy some sticks
yeah i be earning all my money i don’t hit no l!cks
hold on, let me switch the flow up real quick, it go like:
man it’s cold i need a jacket where my hoodie at
i heard my lil’ cousin had a party where my goody bag
nah, you would think i’m half mad but i’m fully mad
put him in a headlock when i see him, i’mma do him bad
getting all this hate in my comments why ya’ll doing that?
if the opposition shoot at you is you shooting back?
nbg nothing but greatness gotta stay true to that
tryna’ stop another man’s hustle ya’ll be moving sad
it’s a lot of money on this earth better get that cheddar
every time i’m feeling really sad money make it better
will your meals be separate today?
no we together
dang i ain’t even got my wallet don’t know how to tell her
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