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bathory motives - nickelus f lyrics

[intro: nickelus f]
nah nah, it ain’t no chill. f-ck that i’mma say that sh-t. yo i swear before god yo, these b-tch -ss n-ggas out here talking all that “i’m nice” sh-t, talking that “old n-gga” sh-t, talking about that we got next… nah f-ck that, b-tch. you ain’t got sh-t, n-gga. i’m tired of these non-rapping -ss n-ggas wanna be down -ss motherf-ckers, all these “oh oh, oh you my n-gga till i decide i ain’t getting on your mixtape” head -ss n-ggas. but real recognize real, n-gga, rap ain’t for you b-tch, go get a f-ckin’ job. use your degree. you are not a rapper, motherf-cker. you are not nice. your raps ain’t impressing n0body, n-gga. ain’t n0body listening to that sh-t that you’re dropping. motherf-ckers hate to ride in the car with your bum -ss. you sitting there playing that sh-t, bobbing your head all crazy like it’s some ill sh-t. your n-gga looking at you like “n-gga if you don’t turn this wack sh-t off.” n-gga, that’s you. meanwhile your girl riding with you, texting me, talking about “wish this n-gga would cut this sh-t off.” that motherf-cker is delusional, straight up

[hook: lil ugly mane]
i got bathory motives
i bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that’s how it is)
i’m sneaking in the back before they notice
with this f-cking gat that’s loaded (and that’s how it is)
i roll up on my foe and grab my quota
then dispose of my opponent (and that’s how it is)
then i’m smoking on the doja like a soldier
till my brain the size of protozoa (and that’s how it is)

[verse 1: nickelus f]
i be the p-e-crucifix-e-y, you see i
leave my prints like bare feet walking seaside
everybody waiting for d-day, the decline
when we die, but rewind me in the meantime
out to get my piece of the pie, yeah the key lime
we ten deep in 10deep, i just hit kei’s line
you barely keeping gas in that neon
i’m n0ble like the gas neon

[bridge: lil ugly mane]
i might get blood up on my sneakers if my peoples in trouble
two snakes wrapped around a steeple eating each other
why we use the cheddar as a measure of our opulence?
all i got is my reputation scribbled on deposit slips
(and that’s how it is)

[verse 2: nickelus f]
i put my nuts on the street
yo f-ck the world, i hope it c-m and it and queef
uh-huh, it’s petey petey back up in this motherf-cker once again
with a pocket full of hydrocodones, you want one they go for 10
who knows, you might get three for 25
it’s all depending if the frigidaire got food up in it
for all my children
as long everybody’s eating n0body gets hurt
i smoke a blunt before and after church
look how we took control
i told you n-ggas we had next (necks)
and now i’m at your throat
i got bills up to the trachea
my life is way crazier than a hangover movie
i wish i could say i made it up
homies committing suicide, getting murdered or locked up
even a baby mama got a side b-tch got knocked up
bodies outlined right where the hopscotch got chalked up
angry mail man with them b-tches, beat the box up
when i was having dinner i scribbled on the napkin
then took it to the booth and recorded an instant cl-ssic
[?] chicken shawarma, so i’m trying to do some good to balance out the bad karma
how you gon be religious and superst-tious?
they’ll be trying to piece you together with super st-tches
you too pretentious, i’m out for uber riches
i’ll shoot a clip in your brain then get blue like computer glitches

[hook: lil ugly mane]
i got bathory motives
i bathe in rappers hemoglobins (and that’s how it is)
i’m sneaking in the back before they notice
with this f-cking gat that’s loaded (and that’s how it is)
i roll up on my foe and grab my quota
then dispose of my opponents (and that’s how it is)
then i’m smoking on the doja like a soldier
till my brain the size of protozoa (and that’s how it is)

[verse 3: lil ugly mane]
b-tch i got bathory motives, i bathe in rappers hemoglobins
blow my nose in your rhyme book and still have doper approaches
i’m flashing b-tches the cobra, you flashing lights on the modem
sip jack and soda with oprah and laugh at you decomposing
smoke half of the oz, then p-ss out later on codeine
i body more rappers in raps, i’m k!lling the wack shows you promoting
i’m zoning, not overdosing
i told you i’m morose with these flows that i’m composing
some links i’m talking cuban, i don’t bother with blue checks
the who’s-who abused the who’s next, the who’s crews moves next
my team stack cheese, we touched more keys than brubeck
proof is in the pudding, turned stone k!llers to oobleck
rhymes stanky like boot sweat, ugly mane and nick f
two pistols and two tecs
left your whole stoop wet then finished it with a suplex
told him he should walk it off, you know that richmond be the city that we mob

[verse 4: nickelus f]
first t-ty boi went to 2 chainz, malice went to no malice
then nickel f went to petey
i’m sitting sweet with 3 grams in a dutch until i’m staggering drunk
and hang loose like a f-cking dashiki
i saved for two months to try and get a pair of yeezys
at the same time my auntie lost her foot to diabetes
i grew a beard like a yak, it’s h-lla peasy
get everything i want without a genie believe me, n-gga
a h-rnet flew into my mouth while i was singing out
i just bit the head off *ptew* spit the stinger out
it flew across the room and hit the wall like a dart
bulls eye, when i pull mine, i always hit the mark
you know i’m here to ball, showed up to the mall with a f-ckin’ shopping cart
like, n-gga knock it off
but i’m like f-ck you, you don’t know how hungry i was
b-tches wouldn’t f-ck, you don’t know how h-rny i was
just a young n-gga, trying to make a name out this b-tch
but n-ggas acting like they don’t hear what i’m saying out this b-tch
they steady trying to trap me in a lane out this b-tch
but this is god body rap, i made my claim out this b-tch
it’s like i walked out of a tomb after three days out this b-tch
smoking on something that’s smelling like a grave out this b-tch
i’m out for steak and mashed potatoes with the gravy out this b-tch
all i’m tryna hear is yes, ain’t no maybes out this b-tch
n-ggas steady asking what happened with drake up out this b-tch
but i’m like f-ck that sh-t i got four babies out this b-tch
i’ve been busting my -ss, y’all been lazy out this b-tch
first pitch of the inning but i’m going crazy out this b-tch
i done took it to the max, b and i’m wavy out this b-tch
and i pray that n-gga get free and we can get wavy out this b-tch
you know my sh-t, that crack, i’m from the 80s out this b-tch
so ain’t no more free music, y’all gon’ pay me out this b-tch

- nickelus f lyrics

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