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feds - nick grant & tae beast lyrics

[intro]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1]
uh, i’m a maid n*gga, got my hoes cleanin’ the crib
i’m hair stylin’ on ’em, nah i ain’t own me a wig
fast buck in your spot, n*ggas raidin’ where you live
you know the stakes high when you makin’ it on the strip
i talked to the blind man, he told me what he saw
the deaf n*gga told me that he was listenin’ to his heart
it’s shockin’ i ain’t hip to the plug, my sh*t is raw
i been hoppin’ out the sockets since tracee ellis ross, uh
nasty, i’m repulsive, i’m the grossest
got the chopper at your do’ like the witness from jehovah
put my love in the culture, got no love from the culture
now i dance with the devil at the wedding, saying devotion
like my b*tches either real ghetto or too famous
she wanna try me, i tell her find a cute angle
time tells all, you soon find out who’s hatin’
always the ones close, it’s never the few strangers
how you livin’ n*gga?
([?])
b*tch i’m in the building, somebody switch to the car
all that competition [?] sh*t to the morgue
my eye to you’s to say that baby i’ve been here before
if the money [?] i’m tryna go get some more
all these n*ggas holding yo’ business, that ain’t business
i watch the dark times turn light, i am vivid
n*gga you don’t get the credit if yo’ man did it
yeah they skatin’ when theh bored, all them dirty vans wit’ it
no i’m not the shooter but trust i’m forever guarded
split you down the middle like when labels f*ck they artists
n*gga please i wanna be master p
ain’t no limit, i get paid like a athlete
big business ho, f*ck you if you mad at me
i tell a b*tch n*gga to step in like some capper feet
‘ey that’s my cue dawg, i’m too raw
too hard, from [?] to two tone
packin’ like a group home
i’m the southern snoop dogg
from where you take a life to save a life, keep your groupon
never is the truth wrong
i go dumb, it’s too blondes
all up in your home and we don’t give a f*ck ’bout who home
everything i write is death to you, check the tombstone
all you rag rappers took the game to a new low
n*gga i’ve been nice with the mic since kukoč
i’ma flip the game upside down and found a loophole
the scale don’t lie, let’s see how much weight you threw ho
split your adam’s apple if you think life is a fruit bowl
i’m at the tabernacle prayin’ for a bulletproof soul
same n*gga, new goals
bang n*gga, too close
money on [?]
spot the money like my granny used to spot a loose [?]
i feel like harold melvin all n*ggas need is them blue notes
i’m too cold, b*tch
[outro]
[?]

- nick grant tae beast lyrics

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