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whoa - nick xl lyrics

ay, what the f*ck you on my back for?
i been in the lab, just itchin, twitchin like a crack wh0re
and i know life’s a b*tch, i beat her sh*t up till her back sore
and stay prepared, thats what im doin sit*ups in this cab for
and i can hit a l!ck like its a backboard
you b*tches frontin, phony like a breaking bad vacuum store
b*tch you can barely keep your shots down
but you be in the streets talkin streaks till you get shot down
im hbk revving one up for your chin
then laughing with the crowd soon as your situation worsening
yall ain’t in the sun im in
i got a f*ckin separate one, i see the sh*t on supplements
you b*tches chased the golden goose but now it’s long gone
you in your place, you makin roots, and now it’s all wrong
i stay the course and win it, b*tches lookin porcelain it
always caught my eye, but never yours, cause you ain’t sorta gifted

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they throwin dirt up on my name
but its funny cause they shoveling dirt from they own grave like*
whoa
i thought i told you ima mage
im a f*ckin miscreant, i ain’t a poet on the page like*
no
dont even quote all what they say
the day i give a single f*ck is with a hooker with no legs like*
whoa
i got em shooken every day
im a heel, when all these bookers f*ckin took me as a face like*
no
and if you think these songs about nothin then you ain’t listen right
sorry that i ain’t just writin romance like you b*tches write
the only thing i love is p*ssin people off a lot
and i think that im pretty good at it, although it cost a lot
my tape’s a f*ckin haunted house soon as i jot it down
ill never drip with the water if ill be watered down
and ill be dishin sh*t out until it gets brought around
and even then, ill never learn my lesson once im bossed around
you’d think im in court how i beat a sentence
b*tch, you might be a vet, but you’re three in a sea of sevens
your sh*t is more f*cked up than my t**th, i should see a dentist
but that sh*t’s irrelevant, if we beef, you ain’t leavin zealous
b*tch, if you address me than watch your cadency
i got these dummies sleepin, wet dreaming bout erasing me
im like jack the ripper on a vacant street
dancing in the rain, these b*tches slain, i dig the graves at least

- nick xl lyrics

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