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Nef The Pharaoh
Nef The Pharaoh
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The Two.Fifteens
The Two.Fifteens
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Still smokin' this fatwoods (And i lit it up with the kilfmb lighter too) Bitch look at my motherfuckin' neck (at my neck) She see me in the traffic and she wrecked These rapper niggas want some money call stretch Make one false move and get left (pow pow pow) You was pc'ed up with no rec time While I was at the bank like is check time Chang the barber, bitch I cut every line Karo'ing nerds, its cut every time You pussy boys smell like hella period With the gold plated chains you can't be serious (what da fuck) Fake thugs don't play no fear in us The only one I fear ain't even hearin' us (god) Icy neck full of rocks Bitch I wear what made the titanic stop Where was you at when we was gettin' on cops From tryna stop niggas from tryna cop like literally shit Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Why your bottom bitch got a nigga neck froze? Diamonds changin colors like a gecko Bling-Blaow V.V.S make my chest go Fake nigga, snake nigga, fuck it let that tec blow Run up with that bullshit (rrrraaa) Now all his chest gone For a long time, I was the same nigga slept on 950 yeezys broke, bitches gettin stepped on And for my nigga Chang Chang ill let that tec blow Real north nigga never been a dork nigga Why fuck with y'all when yall the type to report nigga Fuck a honda civic I'm a droptop porsche nigga Four Five heatstick bounce out and torch niggas SOB bitch if you ain't gang don't pronounce it Gigging for them Ps nigga we don't flip ounces It's money over here broke bitch don't come around us Diamonds like water I got a young nigga drowning Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Shining like a crystal ball I'm finna break dance Nigga touch me, he won't make it Where your diamonds at, i can not see 'em in the dark Lil shrimpie it ain't a compliment I'm calling you a mark (maaaaark) Dipped in butter all the hoes flutter My neck is on (wow) your neck is on (shut up) You the type of nigga who is scared of the diamond tester And I'm the type of the nigga to fuck your bitch out the tesla I'ma Sick Wid It soldier, Neffy took over You got your jewellery from the middle of the mall, i seen a poster It go twinckle-twinckle punk ass star (punk ass star) How come your diamonds don't hit that hard My shit hit like a pimp on his broad My shit hit like bass in a car She try to race in the car Better gimme face in the car I don't need a flashlight, I use my chain in the dark Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow Look at my neck bling blaow Wow
Writer(s): Sharif Emil Slater, Jermaine Denny, John Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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