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mr. nice guy - splitzismyname lyrics

[chorus]
bullets been knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off
30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of thesе n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off

[verse 1]
that n*gga is stupid if hе think i fell off
i heard someone talking who i gotta tell off?
run up on me, chopper cook you like kellogg’s
got n*ggas talking about you like a weblog
run up on me got a glock in my hand
they want to be me like my name dirty dan
got cash in my pocket they call me the man
you hating on me but i know you a fan (b*tch)
[chorus]
30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off
30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off

[verse 2]
you talking that sh*t all these bullets gon’ let off
i’m that type of n*gga you don’t want to set off
he run up on me and i’m blowing his head off
i’ll set you on fire like a bottle of molotov
i am a boss like my name is rick ross
you run up on me, i’ll make you look like criss*cross
i got all these chains i’m dripping like big sauce
ya’ll n*ggas is p*ssy like n*ggas on tik tok
you talking that sh*t but i keep me a big glock
i’m just here to k!ll him i’m not here for small talk
i know that you goofy from the way you all walk
and these bars go hard like a muf*ckin’ brick block
[chorus]
30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off
30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off

[verse 3]
i didn’t see sh*t i done left before sh*t went i dont wanna talk to like none of these cops
kicking your door i’m crashing this party i got me a mop to wipe all of my opps
where is the glocky i got me a n*gga who talking i think that he needs to get popped
i’m always in trouble i knock n*ggas out if they talking but n*gga i never get caught
i pull up with macs and an ak i’m tying these n*ggas a noose an then tighten the knot
the chains on my neck cost a band more than seven and all of these guns are the ones that i bought
i’m living my life but i’m living it wrong because all of the n*ggas i’m k!llings a lot
i’m turning her down because i want to be by myself and i’m not tryna be with no thot
that n*gga been talking i’m looking for him, when i find his location i’m not gonna knock
said i should be watching the tone of my lyrics, well you should be watching the tone of my glock (p*ssy)
[chorus]
30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off30 got bullets i’m knocking his head off
that n*gga a p*ssy i shot him then sped off
he talking that sh*t and he wishing the death of
that n*gga a turtle; i’m knocking his sh*ll off
pull up to the scene, i turn it to a h*ll of
i know all your secrets i know who you’re scared of
all of these n*ggas is who i’m ahead of
run up on me and i’m cutting his head off

- splitzismyname lyrics

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