i rep still - nikki mcknight lyrics
king nix. the woman, not the myth
somewhere with a red cup and pouring out a fifth
chewing on some edibles. feeling most incredible
plotting up how i can add a million to my revenue
baby gon’ make sure i’m straight and i ain’t gotta press her to
just for that, now what she ask me for it’s a pleasure to
lonely at the top, but the b*tch sure got a better view
sometimes you gotta split the circle, call that move the letter q
i be dropping h*lla jewels expecting fools to catch a few
and when they never do i turn to umar. i need bread for school
game is to be sold and never told, that was said by snoop
big boss sh*t. tell ‘em i’ma need some extra room
queen on my arm that means royalty is stepping through
ever touch the crown then my lions getting extra food
f*k’n peasant you never move unless i tell you to
check ya schedule. it should be telling you respect is due
i’m still a 32 repping, fiecru stepping. rapping ass n*gga from the west side canty
and it’s still f*ck these n*ggas, d*mn these hoes, man
and i still mind my biz like i’m supposed, man
still big sh*t talking, pimp limp walking
bop looking like i got a big stick on me
my girl whooping ass if a b*tch hit on me
and after that we planning how to get this money
get a million with a n*gga so i know it’s real
then stick around to figure how to get us both a bill
and when i put a ring on that’ll close the deal…
if it’s too good to be true that’s how it’s suppose to feel
i do only real sh*t, ain’t no faking in me
so you know the type of n*ggas that be hating nikki
i like my circle with no frauds, weezy, drake, and nicki
cut some branches off the tree for doing shady business
good vibes all around me, that’s the way i’m living
i told my babe just f*ck me good and make me steak for dinner
and i’ma do whatever making sure them plates get filled up
just don’t complain about me working til we bank a trillion
i’m still a 32 repping, fiecru stepping. rapping ass n*gga from the west side canty
and it’s still f*ck these n*ggas, d*mn these hoes, man
and i still mind my biz like i’m supposed, man
i just wanna talk my sh*t, walk with my limp
rep my clique and s*x my b*tch
say f*ck these n*ggas and d*mn these hoes
if i’m minding my business, means i’m staying out of yours
i’m a trip’ dub’ soldier, chip on my shoulder
live by the code of staying real til it’s over
the truest you done seen, ain’t naan n*gga closer
b*tch i done told ya
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