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nee nar - ankith woods & $weet-t lyrics

[intro]
b*b*b*bobblehead music
good looking cali

[verse 1: $weet*t]
oh that’s your girl? then i’m creepin’ with your missus
we got real mob ties, leave you sleepin’ with the fishes
big*ass gun, and i’m never ever missin’, don’t play with my people unless you wanna go missin’
it’s a brand new day with the same old mission, it’s the same old glock, with brand new ammunition
makin’ plays appear, i’m a f*ckin’ magician i be takin’ what i want, i ain’t askin’ permission
gettin’ motion off the soft now they thinkin’ we hard
this lil’ baby glock leave you emotionally scarred
dutch the referee, he’ll suit up and pull your card
darryl tryna shoot up, and irene need a shard
$weet talkin’ big sh*t, this is major malignment
chopper hit your whip you’ll need more than an alignment
how the f*ck you the plug movin’ zips on consignment?
da boy scoop my man, now he now you sitting in confinement
i’m like the energizer bunny when it comes to getting money ’cause when my pockets tight not a d*mn thing funny
your b*tch a real eater she keeps saying that i’m yummy, yeah your team was eating now you looking real crumby
oh you need a front? not by my chinny chin chin
dutch on demon time he been waiting to spin, habibi on the same thing he been speaking with the gym
bouncer let me keep my gun i ain’t sneaking it in
dutch’ll up the stick make you kiss the cement and then leave your body slumped on a random park bench
my man a drank head and his thirst can’t be quenched
this that actual za, you can tell from the stench
[verse 1:]
yeah, nee nar, nee nar, you better stay inside my custy strung out and my shooter outside
i take your girl out the slot and then she bust it out wide
you in a d*ck*ass [?], you probably suck d*ck for mine
twin peanut b*tter glocks, look too light to be the claremont
she catching my b*lls in her mouth like she air bud
i’m in southeast michigan, giving arabic hoes my air dot
you know ‘kith tapped your b*tch, she come home with lululemons on
you been rapping ten years, ain’t got nowhere like a peloton
i ain’t got no more, three hundred thousand then i sell my [?]
the trap phone, not no iphone, this a telephone, bro folded off the same drugs that anthony fantano on
the fader wrote about me and i’ve been turnt since, that lady broke my heart and i’ve been hurt since
i own my means of production, feel like karl marx b*tch
if it’s me at the function, every hoe throw a minge
i made a ticket off of content like i’m david portnoy
my boys traffic drugs while you jacking it to boys
all my lawyers jewish and they smack you if you goy
if you wanna get rich, give up the happiness and joy
if you wanna get like me, say goodbye to joy and happiness i f*ck my girl to al green to call me in love and happiness
i live my life first, hop in the booth and rap this sh*t i got three girls in the bay, on they knees like colin kaepernick
my feature price [?] like two ps5s
my black girl look like doechii and she wetter than the nile
i ain’t faced my problems cause i’m still in denial
by the time i’m in therapy i’ll have attempted suicide

- ankith woods weet t lyrics

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