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not it - nipscogang foreign, head hancho & chiefin’ heavily lyrics

[intro: nipscogang foreign]
(noahgothits)
(run that sh*t up, n*gga)
run that sh*t to the roof, n*gga
yeah, n*gga
yeah, n*gga
yeah

[verse 1: nipscogang foreign]
ayy, i told that b*tch to get out of here (gеt out of here)
water all around mе like we up in fort lauderdale (water on me, n*gga)
what you need? i got a lot for sale (yeah)
told the lil’ b*tch i can’t f*ck ’cause it got a smell (it got a smell, b*tch)
i’ma half to eyeball, bro, you got a scale?
n*ggas really 12, police games, all they hide and tell
you wanna flip this b*tch with me, bro? you might as well
before i turn twelve, i’ll rot, n*gga, die in jail
throw him whatever he buy, i love my clientelle
[?] her, b*tch, you know i buy and sell (n*gga)
will he stay solid? only time will tell (what you say?)
’cause, you know, some n*ggas get that time and tell (yeah)
[chorus: nipscogang foreign]
you know what? i’m in h*ll and b*tches karen (you know i’m smokin’ loud)
caught him black and fish bowl, call him sandy (glrrt)
my baby mamas tell me that she hate me, can’t stand me (nah)
f*cked the b*tch then made her go eat the plan b (get out of here)
these n*ggas don’t understand me (nah)
went from sellin’ grams, now i’m tryna get a grammy
yeah, i do that sh*t for my family (yeah)
f*cked the b*tch then made her go eat the plan b

[verse 2: head hancho]
ayy, n*gga, hurry up and buy when i [?]
in the trackhawk, ridin’ with a center fold
i got way too many b*tches, [?] wiggalo
pockets on thanksgivin’, all dinner rolls
man, that pop light as h*ll, what you sippin’ for?
ain’t got no deals, go askin’ what you can get it for (n*gga)
off the powerade, i f*cked her ’til i’m pigeon toed
favorite thing in the house was the kitchen stove
don’t have me ’round them broke n*ggas, we is not even
everyday i’m sippin’ heavily but i’m not chiefin’
a hundred pounds in the spot like it’s crop season (yeah)
and only way i’m not trappin’ if i’m not breathin’ (yeah)

[chorus: nipscogang foreign]
you know what? i’m in h*ll and b*tches karen (you know i’m smokin’ loud)
caught him black and fish bowl, call him sandy (glrrt)
my baby mamas tell me that she hate me, can’t stand me (nah)
f*cked the b*tch then made her go eat the plan b (get out of here)
these n*ggas don’t understand me (nah)
went from sellin’ grams, now i’m tryna get a grammy
yeah, i do that sh*t for my family (yeah)
f*cked the b*tch then made her go eat the plan b
[verse 3: chiefin’ heavily]
you is a fool, think i kick my cup for a b*tch
servin’, splurgin’ sh*t so fast i had to switch
your mans not a joint, i be cuffed up with his b*tch
in the amg, i’ll see crash and i dip
a hundred on the whip, another hundred on the kit
stinc team shifters, we don’t ride with no stock clips
another opp lackin’, he got hit with the mop stick
n*gga try me, hundiddy, he get dropped quick
wock’ in the soda, this is not tris
your mans think he scopin’, he is not sl!ck
i didn’t wanna save it on an opp quick
thirty*three shots, we don’t fight sh*t

- nipscogang foreign head hancho chiefin heavily lyrics

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