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Neiman Marcus
1,509
Hip-Hop/Rap
Neiman Marcus was released on September 18, 2020 by FOD ENT. as a part of the album Money Muzik 2
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Release DateSeptember 18, 2020
LabelFOD ENT.
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM98

Credits

Lyrics

(Funk or die)
(Sheesh, that **** Jugg goin' crazy)
Yeah
Dog shit on me, bitch, I shop at Neiman Marcus
Lady at the counter said I read the clique retarded
Throw me in the jungle, I survive, I trap the hardest
Said he want a pint, I whip it up like I'm a pharmist
I don't talk to ****, I'ma paint you like an artist
Walk up to your whip and blow your shit before you start it
Money on the floor, if it's a go, I go the farthest
Glizzy with the beam, I guarantee I hit my target
Nah, I ain't fuckin' with no fake bitch
Fuck these pussy ****, they ain't really on no snake shit
Hit a **** block with this chop, let it go ape shit
Never pass the 'Wood, it ain't good, bitch, I face shit
****, you ain't never shot the ninas
Police hit the lights, I know I'm gone 'cause I'm speedin'
Yes, I'm very active, love to shoot, give me a reason
Suckers on the Live, I got the drop, we finna bleed 'em
I don't love a bitch, I get the coochie then I leave 'em
Miss my **** Wheezy, man, the police need to free him
Opps steady hidin', I'ma squeeze when I see 'em
Miss your dead ****, come outside, you can meet 'em
Fuck that other shit, I'm back to stick talkin'
Put the stock up, blind man, now I'm stick walkin'
Eight hundred for the shoes, I'm expensive, now I'm drip walkin'
Gave that bitch some dick, ain't that a bitch? Now she won't get off it
Had to block her number, ain't 'bout money, don't do no talkin'
Boy, that lean hit, you know it's fake and you still bought it
Unc' hit the 'Wood yesterday, it got him still coughin'
**** always slanderin' my name and I'm still saucin'
It's like damn near almost 1 in the morning in Vegas right now
In the booth gettin' high with my ****
We ain't worried 'bout no beef 'cause, ****, we gettin' to this paper, ****
Real seminary shit
**** just in the way
Yeah
Chop get to bangin', soundin' like I'm in the band
Ask them **** on the four how we chopped it out that van
I was bangin' white, unc' was blendin' with that tan
Me and my mover up the block 'cause I don't do no hand-to-hand
Baby really like my style, see me thumbin' through them bands
Had to stuff it in my pocket, I just popped a rubber band
We can't catch you out in public, we gon' give it to your mans
Lil' bro choppin' thighs, .223s hit his head
Told my **** that I got 'em, Lil Dex my other hand
Tre called to flex a roll, love my **** touchin' bands
Unc' crazy, if he on you, get to blowin' like a fan
Baby said she love my song, guess I'm finna fuck my fan
Nah
Bitch, get away from me
People I ain't seen or heard from expect a play from me
**** let me down when I was stuck, I made a way for me
Told her 'bout my life, this shit ain't right like, "You ain't safe with me"
If I catch a case, I know it's fake, you ain't gon' wait for me
I ain't got no heart, it took some losses, paid to cut me deep
Thinkin' 'bout my pops, I miss my ****, let that **** free
Crazy how my **** left the planet, damn, I miss Lil Ree
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