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wb flow - njc lyrics

(cough/clear throat)
(ay, turn my headphones up)
(yeah, fosho)
(let me talk my sh*t on this one)
(yeah)
(you already know how the f*ck i’m coming, man)
(goo)
(goo)
(goo)
(goo)

gucci ‘round my waist
gucci on my lace
prada on my face
don’t know what to say
i got taste (i got taste)
she said she wanna l!ck me up, but she’s lookin’ way too fake (for real for real)
and, so i said to myself i can’t take no b*tch up on a date (nah)

people judging by the cover, thinkin’ i’m an easy l!ck
until i pop out with the gl!cks (bow, bow, bow)
with my brothers
they don’t mix
we don’t miss
imma have to show you that i’m with the sh*ts
and you a b*tch, you a b*tch, ay
i really came from nothin’, now i’m always stuntin’ (i’m always stuntin’)
talkin’ sh*t, but you won’t pull up, you be bluffing (you be bluffin’)
man, how could you tell on yo’ family, that’s disgusting
if i ever catch you out in public, wе gon’ get it bussin’ (gunshots)

let me talk my sh*t
lеt me talk my sh*t (let me talk)
she said she ain’t never seen a white boy wit’ a flow like this (never ever)
i always gotta check ‘em, tell ‘em that i am not average (i ain’t)
give a f*ck about the hate, that’s why i always talk my sh*t, yeah (i’m always talkin)

let me talk my sh*t
let me talk my sh*t (let me talk)
she said she ain’t never seen a white boy wit’ a flow like this (never ever)
i always gotta check ‘em, tell ‘em that i am not average (i ain’t)
give a f*ck about the hate, that’s why i always talk my sh*t (yeah, yeah)

really nice guy, but disrespect me and i turn into a savage (ahhhh)
independent, yeah, i got my own self managed (all managed)
i don’t need n0body help, man i got all that sh*t handled (all handled)
ain’t n0body else but me knows really just what i done battled

woah
woah

i struggled through the rain and the mud
don’t think that i was slackin’, man this sh*t ain’t come from luck
them rappers wanna replicate me, just like in the movie “us”
don’t give a f*ck, i’m rockin’ all designer when i take the bus
i got a 2 for 1 deal on these b*tches, you can call that sh*t a plus
my mans he robbed you for your pack, we gotta show no love (no love)
‘cuz there’s no love in these streets
i make sure that i cut the fake ones off when they a leach (they a leach)
only f*cking wit’ them hustlers, they got realness you can’t teach
let me teach yo’ broke ass how to get some money, maybe you’d drip like me

(uh)
(broke b*tch, maybe you’d drip like me)
(hahaha)

(uh, i’m always talking, yeah)
(i’m always talking, man)
(i’m always on my bullsh*t, yeah, you already know what the f*ck going on, man)
(goo)
(goo)
(goo)
(goo)

- njc lyrics

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