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nuketown - otm lyrics

[intro: blue pesos]
(viper)
eat that (jermain graves, lay ’em down)

[verse 1: blue pesos]
.223s, cactus jacks on, i’m like mj
i need it all, baby, drakeo, play my sensei
am i comin’? it depends how much i get paid
flu flam sue yung and now she got a neck brace
n*ggas back bitin’, go on and raise the pressure up
2022, you still broke? you look frustrated
ten f&ns on the table like the gun range
you don’t like lean, b*tch? i know, but it’s friday

[chorus: blue pesos]
i’ll blow this n*gga block up, b*tch, it’s nuketown
“you my friend” what you say when i’m not ’round
tecs out, flag on the play, n*ggas out of bounds
hundiddy bop*bopin’, you could get the whole thing (sh*t, n*gga)
i’ll blow this n*gga block up, b*tch, it’s nuketown (sh*t)
pull up to his house, lights out, what is they on? (for real)
tecs out, flag on the play, n*ggas out of bounds
sh*t
hundiddy bop*bopin’, you could get the whole thing

[verse 2: blue pesos]
how? what am i? where was n*ggas at when you was my age?
in a foreign with a hottie, out on bail holdin’ five k’s
it’s time to go, where the homies? park the maybach
quit lyin’ to the b*tch, you ain’t pimpin’ with your lame ass (sh*t)
i can tell these n*ggas broke, why they arguin’ ’bout small fractions?
you got a chop, i got a chop, what you think, we finna arm wrestle?
get a piece off my neck, i don’t know, that sound farfetched
[chorus: blue pesos & duffy]
i’ll blow this n*gga block up, b*tch, it’s nuketown
“you my friend” what you say when i’m not ’round
tecs out, flag on the play, n*ggas out of bounds
hundiddy bop*bopin’, you could get the whole thing (n*gga, sh*t)

[verse 3: duffy]
which house? i’m finna turn this b*tch to nuketown
hundiddy bop*bop, how that sound?
fake n*ggas, that’s some sh*t that we just can’t allow
that’s your mans? what he say when n*ggas not around?
sh*t, n*ggas clowns
f&n on me when it’s time to boogie down
without otm, this sh*t would be so watered down
beat the block, turn his hood to a ghost town
flu flam the rap game like it’s fun
in a foreign goin’ fast, we got call of duty guns
got it off the mussle, n*ggas hate to see us up
i get uchies, i feel bad for any n*gga that feel stuck
me and p smashin’ in a benz, we don’t bunk
l&r drippin’, ski masked up, the opps f*cked
where he say he from? so what? i don’t bang
but my young n*ggas trippin’ if you say the wrong name
drumsticks, i just fed an opp the whole thing
check the scoreboard, we don’t really do no close games
n*ggas out here hatin’ on they bros, that’s a shame
duffy finna blow, i’m walkin’ in with a grenade
we don’t do the stocks, i be ridin’ with a semi
heard your n*gga think he tough, yeah, aight, should we k!ll him?
n*ggas slide on us, what’s the odds? be realistic
i got my chop, i’m finna bomb on a n*gga, ugh
[chorus: blue pesos]
i’ll blow this n*gga block up, b*tch, it’s nuketown
“you my friend” what you say when i’m not ’round
tecs out, flag on the play, n*ggas out of bounds
hundiddy bop*bopin’, you could get the whole thing (sh*t, n*gga)
i’ll blow this n*gga block up, b*tch, it’s nuketown (sh*t)
pull up to his house, lights out, what is they on? (for real)
tecs out, flag on the play, n*ggas out of bounds
sh*t
hundiddy bop*bopin’, you could get the whole thing

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