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acne - nwg lyrics

[hook, krish]
nwg, bet we back b*tch
d*ckie shorts with an acne jacket
we put that heat on the tracklist
they ain’t seen my cash they ain’t check in the mattress

[verse 1, krish]
in the cut, indica
thirty my minimum
pull up i shoot at my kinfolk and citizens
indiscriminate criminal, k!ll em all
kitted like liverpool, city, i’m raiding their kitties
no sh*t for the chips if the clip don’t fit fifty
i’m bringing more sticks to your block
portrait on tees what a pity, the idiot lacked
popping that candy you’d think it was iggy
boys outta the jungle like mowgli
thought i’d avenge you but keeping it low*key
quarter to 10 in am
hold up we rolling that am and og
benz it ain’t stolen you know i got poultry
we got a spark like our wires be faulty
century of the tall tee, for free
you know they beneath the bar like a goalie
if they set it i bet it get raised
better with age, i get better with haze
step to the gang we ain’t doing the race
tay*k, take aim, and we shaking their brains
sativa, sit divas away
deal with the mans if you making demands
cause i’m making the bands and i don’t need your fandom
or your tantrums…(cadence)b*tch
we out the trenches like blackadder 4th off a fifth
so haz watching my six with a blade and a stick
my saber red, i’m a sith, hit the mic i flip a switch
flow more than streams, i dont f*ck with no twitch
this sacrilege, blasphemy, heresy
sank a hennessy as quick as you’ve ever seen
right back from spain i been moving like bellerin
sweaty, a serapin swallowing veteran
celly for celly he selling a parcel of dank, thanks
they laugh at me but i laugh to the bank
they pass on me now i’m passing out racks
pocket for birds like i’m carson or matt
i’m talking worth, want a bird in the hand
and point two on the kush, burn the bush
huh, they turn and look, shush
[verse 2, aiku]
ay, i’ll get a k out
i, f*ck your girl with my chain out
ks soon come when it paysout
you, gonna get f*cked up, laid out
chopper’ll
spray loud, running out on ten toes
tempoes, run ‘em all up like twenty allegros
‘cause i penned those when the pen rose
hoe on a mattress open her legs *o
ten rows (breather) copycats there’s rent owed
living on my sh*t, aiku manifesto
sublet escrows, one red benzo
speed down the coast and the sunsets yellow
i’ll grab it, and switch it, (breath) nintendo
youth all f*cked up car they won’t let go
of all that coco and dying for their postcode
(pause) bare bodies stacked up by the boatload
then its their face on the shirt with the photo
blowing for the coke like a mento
going for the dough like i’m meant to
me and you, bread on a menu, blow, i intend to
(breath) dead hoes all under my french shoes
red on the floor cause we f*cked up venues
then used 3 pens, trident, like a tri*fector
drowning in diamonds, so i might let ya
bus up the silence inna my sector
[hook, krish]
nwg, bet we back b*tch
d*ckie shorts with an acne jacket
we put that heat on the tracklist
they ain’t seen my cash they ain’t check in the mattress

[verse 3, hitman]
my life’s like the usual suspects
when i’m spitting that verbal
know that i can’t be trusted
guys are saying that they have man busted
so say the haters i’ve got two sides bicuspid; i won’t rush this
cos my life’s like good will hunting
i’ve got all the keys and the numbers
i just can’t stop myself from stunting
but my life’s not really a movie
that’s why i’m choosing the music
trying to pretend that this life’s not bougie it suits me devising
adversities that elude me screw it
the songs that we make still groovy
you know that these tunes are loony
truly
wilin like coyotes
lowkey it’s absurd
rapping bout cats and birds
for what it’s worth
f*ck if our act’s a hoax
every bar is f*cking jokes
and that’s the end of the matter like
that’s all folks
[hook, krish]
nwg, bet we back b*tch
d*ckie shorts with an acne jacket
we put that heat on the tracklist
they ain’t seen my cash they ain’t check in the mattress

- nwg lyrics

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