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yeah party - nuk & flare delgado lyrics

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[verse 1: nuk]
buy a pound every day
even with the reg ‘bows, we used to break ’em down to shake
fish scale, i’m in a rare package like wishbone
i can’t wait ’til my next brick i get to kick on
buy a pound every day, flip weight
took a nine*hour ride to switch plates, i’m too school
on the east coast with it, i sell dog, i move food
on the west coast with it, got blues spots like blue’s clues
he better not let me find out where he trappin’, it’s a seat check
i put my mix on a quartеr brick and got my feet wet
your fiend mad he did a half a gram and hе ain’t geeked yet
soon as they hit mine, they noddin’ off, i got that tweak pack
you the type of n*gga that’ll talk me out a key
put a seven on the dog, i like walkin’ down the street
it’s just me and flare in here and that’s an awful lot of eats
you ain’t know? when your lil’ ho ain’t with you, i got her by the cheeks
yeah, i’m from the red side, but was raised on the dark end
my fiend wanna hit the dope, dyin’, take a narcan
my b*tch know she can pass me the compressor when i’m walkin’ in
do my dance on it, then i lock it ’til it’s hard cement

[chorus: nuk]
me and brodie ‘nem go pound for pound, but not no boxing sh*t
we don’t even try to mix with n*ggas, they be counterfeit
oh, you pretty, but you broke as h*ll, you make my tonsils itch
we just flew another hundred ‘bows, i know they proud of me
bro ain’t licensed, but he still farmin’, get a striker, still park it
i just got a switch if n*ggas get up in my biz, markie
i just made a run and then i got another leg started
used to be the n*gga droppin’ pounds off to the yeah party
[verse 2: flare delgado]
just sold ten boxes, n*gga, that’s a half a ton
in every state a n*gga go to, i bet i get a gun
your trap joggin’, lil’ n*gga, you ain’t seen a run
just had to buy my b*tch a wig, i ripped out her bun (sorry, bae)
i’ma always get some money, n*ggas know that
in your town passin’ out pictures, call me kodak (shh)
any state you in, i can tell you where the load it (tell you where it’s at)
you the type of n*gga ask me, “let me hold that”
simpin’ over p*ssy, n*gga, give that girl her phone back
n*ggas talk a good game, i’m really on that (really on that, n*gga)
see a n*gga i don’t like, i hit him in his sh*t
you in here yellin’ in the party, lookin’ like a b*tch (hah)
nuk just hit me with some sh*t that take a fifty*five (woo)
shootin’ down 75, i’m rich when i touch down
sixty for this plain jane, but hoes say i’m bustdown (bustdown, baby)
i don’t like the carnival, n*gga, i bust clowns
if i really like that b*tch, i’m ’bout to bless her zelle
fly her out to mastro’s just to get some kale (aw, yeah)
used to sit up at the store just to catch a sale (aw, yeah)
now i’m catchin’ first*class flights out to brazil

[chorus: nuk]
me and brodie ‘nem go pound for pound, but not no boxing sh*t
we don’t even try to mix with n*ggas, they be counterfeit
oh, you pretty, but you broke as h*ll, you make my tonsils itch
we just flew another hundred ‘bows, i know they proud of me
bro ain’t licensed, but he still farmin’, get a striker, still park it
i just got a switch if n*ggas get up in my biz, markie
i just made a run and then i got another leg started
used to be the n*gga droppin’ pounds off to the yeah party

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