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Niontay Hicks
Niontay Hicks
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Niontay Hicks
Niontay Hicks
Composer
Michael Bonema
Michael Bonema
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
dj blackpower
dj blackpower
Producer

Lyrics

And you shut the fuck up Yeah bitch Ayy, he ask me where we at? Ask me where we at? Switch games Really off that pack, me and Yat, Yin Yang Finessin' for them raps, leave a map, big brain I was in the A with the gang, big drain Rap when it's straight for the future, bringin' veins And smoke dope, make art and hit stains Serve now, I fill again, keep the 16k You know our PV got fame, hard, just a big name And PA our race car, had to switch lanes Ain't no jail, I got face card 'cause I didn't change Yeah, ain't nothin' like these niggas ain't no easy win You gotta count, I got food, wе can eat today They want blind niggas always tryna lead thе way Yo, why a dumb nigga always think he free to play? I keep some bud, 'cause I swear that shit ease the pain From the slums to VA, you niggas sweet as cake (Pussy) I see a money cap buster took a beat Drive a deuce I just stole out to eased the pain I done get up on my ass and I sold the thing For my mami and my aunt granny, I make codeine tea I'm feelin' good, off to you, I sold some dope today And my Mobby watch some pape if you know a way, nigga Then the highest cop fader might expose the fake I can die while we make you gain whole the weight On this album, while I'm holdin' all the shoulder weight When on ice, I might hit you with a rollerblade On my mama with this AV shit, it might go away A few mices and the snakes, they woke you, roll the same Soldier's life, I know the game, I don't go no complaints I'm in Georgia with the talent behind, floor the plates On my papa, have that city on the floor the way On my mama, I get busy when it's more to make The milk and crackers feel some Blue Chip when it's more to take I'm plannin' to cut down on the hood like a fourth estate, nigga Hehe, hehe, yeah You learn to stop, you keep talkin, huh? You keep talkin', man, and you shut the fuck up Nigga, the problem is, you tryin' to talk, nigga Don't forget, you don't know nothin', it's just them lips, man (Lips)
Writer(s): Michael Bonema, Niontay Hicks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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