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this and that - nikshoww lyrics

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(hook) –
nikshoww this and nikshoww that
designer yeah i’m copping that
i’m giving y’all a heart attack
i see a p-ssy lay him flat (what?)
icy like a snowman
listen to no man
nikshoww on the beat and i got the f-cking plan (aye!)
i’ll bag your hoe, smack your hoe then leave her at your front door
i don’t need friends, yeah i only need foes
she tryna stay loyal but she see i got alot of dough
i be blowing up the charts yeah b-tch the score

(verse 1) –
verse one, i’m on the run
i got the dough i’m having fun
and y’all be tryna catch up i already won
i got these brands all on my body, ain’t n0body stopping me
i be dressing head to toe like i’m on on a shopping spree (shopping spree)
they say money talks, so don’t ask me why i talk a lot
every time they hate, my rap gets even more hot
i made it through the cracks y’all be stuck in a knot
i’m all the at the top, number one spot (number one)
i drip too hard, i be slipping past your guard
ain’t no way you p-ssing me kid, you know i make that sh-t hard
i got chain on my neck and to me you just a speck
and they always think of me when they asked who’s up next

(hook) –
nikshoww this and nikshoww that
designer yeah i’m copping that
i’m giving y’all a heart attack
i see a p-ssy lay him flat (what?)
icy like a snowman
listen to no man
nikshoww on the beat and i got the f-cking plan (aye!)
i’ll bag your hoe, smack your hoe then leave her at your front door
i don’t need friends, yeah i only need foes
she tryna stay loyal but she see i got alot of dough
i be blowing up the charts yeah b-tch the score

(verse 2)
verse 2, who are you?
all my hunnids they be blue
energy like mountain ain’t n0body you in my queue
i just get my money up and don’t you get your funny up
every day i wake up and grind and get my numbers up
you a bum, are you dumb
see me and you run, aye
y’all be hating on me but i know how to stay numb
riding in my own lane the finish line is the fame
i use your b-tch in place of the grinding cane (sorry)
wipe my hands of the b-tches and the fake friends
i don’t follow rules and i don’t follow trends (yuh)
i’m blowing up the game ain’t no way i can lose (nah)
i got the fame and the clout i make big money moves

(hook) –
nikshoww this and nikshoww that
designer yeah i’m copping that
i’m giving y’all a heart attack
i see a p-ssy lay him flat (what?)
icy like a snowman
listen to no man
nikshoww on the beat and i got the f-cking plan (aye!)
i’ll bag your hoe, smack your hoe then leave her at your front door
i don’t need friends, yeah i only need foes
she tryna stay loyal but she see i got alot of dough
i be blowing up the charts yeah b-tch the score

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