pedigree - nuk lyrics
[intro]
jerry production
jose the plug
[verse 1]
stole nine and been a rock finder, know that i’ll fit
i’ll prolly try to sell a stone by you if you not hip
it ain’t even worth my conversation if it’s not ms
you’ll probably catch us ridin’ with the chrome, but we don’t buy rims
i know these n*ggas goin’ broke ’cause they keep hittin’ drank
lil’ bro be walkin’ out with apples, he ain’t hittin’ blanks
we was broke, we ran it up on n*ggas, they got hit with wake
and we really got it off the muscle, we ain’t hittin’ safes
three weeks, been sittin’ in the trap, and i got eighty somethin’
every day i sell a twelve pack, boy, that’s a daily dozen
if i’m bein’ cheap, i f*ck on hoes and buy ’em bailey b*ttons
h*ll yeah, that sh*t’ll save you somethin’, n*gga, save that money
my unky gold, he still on the road like a eighties cudi
meet a fiend, i got pictures of the girls just like a playboy bunny
little b*tch gon’ top me in the whip, tryna get some bundles
now your little b*tch a summer walker, like that n*gga london
[chorus]
big business, you see me and brodie out in chesapeake
big guys, when we say independent, ain’t no mbb
h*ll nah, i ain’t triple h, but i got pedigree
i know n*ggas only chopped the bag and got a legacy
i don’t steal flows, money long, quit comparing me
even uncle ice could see us shinin’, boy, that’s clarity
my b*tches say i’m thumbin’ everyday, i need therapy
i got the sh*t to fix a n*gga nose, but it ain’t claritin
[verse 2]
h*ll yeah, b*tch, free squad, they innocent
probably pick up twenty scripts tomorrow off senior citizens
extended clips, boy, all of our pods look like centipedes
pull up and hit up all your bros, like the kennedy’s
i want foreign broads way past bad, these hoes vicious
i’m in foreign cars, if he keep tryna clock me out, i’ma hit it
b*tch, i ‘erk off when i got big cabanas on the pedal
we be in traffic and brodie got his pipe, he like toretto
it’s like we got our weapons from t.i. ’cause we got every strap
i even gave a black one to my youngsters, just like heavy cap
these n*ggas talkin’ grams in they songs, it ain’t never packed
lil’ brody made an impala, he thinkin’ chevy back
yeah, i bang blood, but take blues on my next mission
where i’m goin’ i charge ’em fifty*five, so i ain’t set trippin’
gettin’ money, yeah, that sh*t contagious, like i caught a fever
with my b*tch ridin’ ’round with nineties in our judith leiber
[chorus]
big business, you see me and brody out in chesapeake
big guys, when we say independent, ain’t no mbb
h*ll nah, i ain’t triple h, but i got pedigree
i know n*ggas only chopped the bag and got a legacy
i don’t steal flows, money long, quit comparing me
even uncle ice could see us shinin’, boy, that’s clarity
my b*tches say i’m thumbin’ everyday, i need therapy
i got the sh*t to fix a n*gga nose, but it ain’t claritin
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