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blkkkkk smoke - nyora spouse lyrics

[intro: au flexgod]
fps f*cking original ya’ heard?

[verse 1: nyora spouse]
you’re making me sick to my tummy
all of y’all n*ggas be acting so funny
i got my grind and you can’t take that from me
n*gga, i’m hotter than florida sun be
bipolar weather and leather and heat
f*ck these hypebeasts, hate them more then police
don’t tell what’s up if you won’t let me see
i got some trust issues it came from the leaf
these haters think that i’m playing
i’m saying, it’s mine for the taking
go no, time for the flaking
they looking for beef while i chill and eat bacon
straight to the action, i pack what you lackin’
your broke, but i’m stackin’
i’m skatin’ and thrashin’
tech [?] my life away i just wanna fade [?] sun rise on the bay

[chorus: nyora spouse]
grippin’ the mag
make songs on a mask
no invert
but my smoke always black
grippin’ the mac
mask songs on a mac
no invert
but my smoke always black
[verse 2: nyora spouse]
sitting clean, no more promethazine
straight codeine and blue fire, purple trees
i’m smoking the best, while she show me her br**sts
she want me to vent, but i just really stress
she know how to please me, she do it with head
she said that she swallow, no stains on the bed
who thee f*ck are you n*ggas, the f*ck are you hoes
claiming y’all can dress but you always bought me clothes
just f*cked these hoes, make them walk on their toes
b*tch don’t hit my phone, [?] dope
man i do this, that’s no joke
y’all gon’ sink but i’m gon’ float
i don’t smoke b*tch, i just got tote
just my voice gon’ make her soak

[bridge: nyora spouse]
be the mastermind, no rick ross
17, i’m my own boss
only drink fiji and voss
coping these drugs like f*ck the cost
be the mastermind, no rick ross
17, i’m my own boss
only drink fiji and voss
coping these drugs like f*ck the cost
[verse 3: au flexgod]
run it back, like a running back
if you need the work, i could’ve fronted that
if you got the lean, tell me where it’s at
i’m just tryna stack it till my pockets fat
pull up in a mazza’, that’s no pontiac
if you talking sh*t, we gon’ bring it back
to the old days, no waste
to k!ll a dumb b*tch like i’m o.j
i don’t give f*ck about you and your crew
fps n*gga, you know how we do
n*ggas be b*tches and acting so foo’
i should’ve know that you start actin’ new
b*tch, i’m still balling like i’m memphisu
start getting bread now they call me a jew
head out the window and i’m yelling “woo!”
chopping these bits, yes i’m through with kung*fu
my n*gga kenny shipped in from peru
nasty ass n*ggas, they got the flu

[verse 4: alexander grand]
i only want money, respect
i only want bad b*tches giving me neck
the bigger the wallet the fatter the check
stackin’ 100s like [?]
fps next, just give us the set
i’m copin’ the work and i’m feelin’ so blessed
grams after grams, smoking blunts to the chest
lungs filled with smoke while i’m holding my breathe
squad in all black, when we attack
give me the money i’m tryna buy tacs
fl!ck it real fast, bring it right back
smoking a zip with the vape to my lips
none of these n*ggas can see me
i’m screamin’ “f*ck you!”, like i’m cena on tv
don’t give a f*ck if you think you can beat me
n*ggas talk sh*t but this music ain’t easy
[interlude: unknown voice]
we interrupt this program to bring you a special report!

[outro: nyora spouse]
plainly i’m in love with this life
having that feeling that everything’s alright
i’m living the dreams that i had night
and i always live it up cause’ i can’t live*

- nyora spouse lyrics

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