cain - nwg lyrics
{verse 1, nwgaiku]
6 on my back, crossing kings in my range
but i want moore * be the thane with the reigns
insane in the brain like bane i’m arcane
milling the hill watch that corn exchange
[verse 2, nwghitman]
and i got the aim, these rappers afraid
cutting it close, i come through with the fade
away with the shots, drop thunder like dame
beat buzzers the same, when it hits that the game
[verse 3, nwgkrish]
run it up, run it up, run it up, run it up
other rappers only running for the runner up
bun getting lean, no tummy tuck
bars got a kick like punter, yeah we ballin’ up
[verse 4, nwgaiku]
i’m balling out, i pull it out (yeah)
shining all bright like a light house (ice)
blinded by the ice, issa white out (snow)
playing god in the sky, with my penthouse
(i’m about to end this man’s whole career)
[hook, nwghitman]
ride or die with the bros, no abel and cain
we’re gladiators, are you not entertained
flipping out, we moving cirque de soleil
intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain
[verse 5, nwgkrish]
don’t bring the food, then im gonna 86 you
loud start, no fisker
don’t matter how you paint it
i’m an artist you ain’t in the motherf*cking picture
[verse 6, nwghitman]
yeah that sh*t is not an issue
my gang, yeah we finna blow
like a motherf*cking tissue
your b*tch suck my d*ck and then kiss you
[verse 7, nwgaiku]
fountaine blows like i’m french, hoe
aiku fresh outta tokyo
esoteric, but not dutch, though
forename a solider, no buffaloo
(yeah, they had us the first half, i’m not gonna lie)
[hook, nwghitman]
ride or die with the bros, no abel and cain
we’re gladiators, are you not entertained
flipping out, we moving cirque de soleil
intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain
[verse 8, nwgkrish]
spin the chamber, that’s a pirouette
shoot, spit and pass it, that’s the triple threat
who’s writtens bang? show a lil respect
we stay off smoke, f*ck a cigarette
[verse 9, nwghitman]
f*ck a cigarette, like to pipe though
trade my match attax for a nice hoe
got her singing for me, that’s a high note
leave her on red on the low, like a typo
[verse 10, nwgaiku]
aight bro, don’t bait main like i’m pyscho
spitting fire like a pyro *technix
3rd leg no prostetics
(i’m gonna be honest with you, i’m, i’m kinda r*t*rded)
[hook, nwghitman]
ride or die with the bros, no abel and cain
we’re gladiators, are you not entertained
flipping out, we moving cirque de soleil
intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain
ride or die with the bros, no abel and cain
we’re gladiators, are you not entertained
flipping out, we moving cirque de soleil
intravenous tequila shots straight to your brain
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