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basics .! - nikowoodyear lyrics

[intro]
way too high to maneuver out of here
(maneuver out of here)
way too high to maneuver out of here
and we both know how this goes

[chorus]
(woo)
yeah, it is what it is (yeah)
my b*tch ain’t basic, i can’t put her in rick
got back to the basics, i’m off of the sh*ts
don’t like n*ggas calling my phone anyway
rather stay off the grid (way too high)
i don’t play with that fake kicking
get the f*ck off my d*ck (way too high)

[verse 1]
yeah, huh
and i’m f*cking this fashion b*tch and her cousin
put the d*ck on her, now she say she love me
lil baby a school girl
i’m a cool n*gga who got money
just keep it bool b*tch and stop the frontin’
just to be ’round me baby girl you lucky
5.56 to his skull if he run his mouth
swear to got ain’t going under (yeah)
oncе i come down i’m a whole new mе
this mud in my cup got a hold on me, yeah
and i think the drank controlling me, yeah
ain’t n0body over me, yeah, woah
could give a f*ck what you doing
could give a f*ck ’bout the sh*t that you said
i know these b*tches gon’ choose
ima call her up when i need some head
i been jugging, i can teach you finesse
jump out the house
can’t put my trust in a sl*t, hm
i gotta move with my gut
can’t have no b*tch tryna set me up
ride with the 9mm by my side, hm, f*ck
keep the sh*t clutched b*tch, f*ck
pop out the cut, mhm
all of my hoes server c*nt, mhm
[chorus]
(woo, yeah)
yeah, it is what it is (yeah)
my b*tch ain’t basic, i can’t put her in rick
got back to the basics, i’m off of the sh*ts
don’t like n*ggas calling my phone anyway
rather stay off the grid (way too high)
ion play with that fake kicking
get the f*ck off my d*ck (way too high)

[interlude]
(waiting, yeah)
(way too high)
(waiting a while, oh)
(waiting, yeah)
(waiting a while, ah)
(waiting, yeah, oh)
(waiting a while, ah)
(waiting, yeah)
(waiting a while, oh)
(waiting, yeah, ah)

[bridge]
back and forth trips to atlanta (oh)
we finessed to run them bands up (woah)
paper chasing with her camera (oh)
magic city throw it ’til the morning
throw it ’til the morning
how far will this go
(yeah)
[verse 2]
i couldn’t tell
she popping way more than them pills i sold her
she owe it to me
i could’ve told you college to her felt like jail
her panties done bought her jeep®
everyone knows she started this sh*t in atlanta
only 3 months on the lease
magic city then come home to a suitcase
she was never planning on staying long
drop her off to catch a play in the evening
didn’t matter how, i needed it gone
sh*t got wild when he hit ppp’s
said “f*ck the wallet”, spend the funds out the loan
i be calling out i know that you hear me
you pretending like you got here alone
renovation, conversations from the days we was all in
late night, pyramids, top floor boss sh*t dawg
night shifts, dnd, turn the location off
spend the sh*t, make it back
add it up, yeah we do it often
roll some, pop some
sip slow, options
all this sh*ts ’bout time, yeah
how far is you tryna go, yeah, yeah
hit you up what we on, yeah, yeah
404 then hit the road, yeah
[chorus]
back and forth trips to atlanta (oh)
we finessed to run them bands up (woah)
paper chasing with her camera (oh)
magic city throw it ’til the morning
throw it ’til the morning
how far will this go
(yeah)

- nikowoodyear lyrics

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