
ya know - itsnuhmane lyrics
god d*mn, (d*mn)
b*tch i’m him (b*tch im him)
sign to me (yeah)
yo’ ass get k!lled
don’t f*ck with me (nah)
yo’ b*tch on me (b*tch on me)
she drinkin’ my kids
doin’ this sh*t like d*mn yeah(doin’ this sh*t)
yeah
all this money on me yeah i’m drippin’ (yeah im drippin’)
i just got new bands b*tch i’m him (b*tch im him)
i went up to ella b*tch i went i hit em’ (yeah, yeah)
i could f*ck a band b*tch i went and hit em’ (yeah)
all they doin’ is talkin’ sh*t lil’ b*tch
all em’ disrespecting me (lil’ b*tch)
all em’ thinking i’m not him (him)
i shoot my glock lil’ b*tch i’m him (b*tch im him)
yeah, i’m shootin’ at the pumpkins when i’m bored (when i’m bored)
i’m f*ckin’ yo’ b*tch, i’m f*ckin’ yo’ wh0re (f*ckin’ yo’ wh0re)
she drinkin’ my kids, she know she adore it (know she adore it)
i tell the b*tch that i adore it (yeah, i adore it)
yeah, feel like dora b*tch, i know i hit it again (hit it again)
i got the money, lil’ b*tch, know i’m chillin’ with ken (chillin’ with ken)
all that money on me, b*tch, now i do it again (do it again)
all that money on me, b*tch, now i do it again (do it again)
i’m not scared of n0body, b*tch, i got me a gun (got me a gun)
i be playin’ with that sh*t, i shoot it for fun (shoot it for fun)
hold on, i shoot it, my gun, i shoot it for fun (shoot it for fun)
yo’ b*tch be talkin’ like motherf*ckin’ runts (motherf*ckin’ runt)
i just went up to saint laurent (saint laurent)
went in the fashion week for a week, lil’ b*tch, and i never came back
(b*tch yeah i never came back
got me the money, i got me this stacks, got me a hoe and i’m blowin’ her back
d*mn i’m blowin’ her back, f*ckin this b*tch and she drinking my kids
doing this sh*t yeah i do it again
i do it again, i do it again)
all that money on me be drip (yeah, drip)
all these hoes on me be flip (yeah they flip)
i flip on the switch, lil’ b*tch, on my d*ck (flip on the switch)
feel like a menace lil’ b*tch ion’ miss (feel like the greatest)
i never gon’ miss that motherf*ckin’ sh*t
all of the money be talkin’ like sh*t
all of my money be doin’ that sh*t
all of my money be twerkin’ like b*tches (huh)
my money be twerkin’ like b*tches(lil’ b*tch)
my money gon’ drink up my kids (yeah)
my money gon’ f*ck on that b*tch (yeah)
i’m too high, i’m never gon’ land
lil’ b*tch, i ain’t never gon’ switch (nah)
this beat by swisher, i don’t need switches
i don’t need nothin’, but you know i want that sh*t (i want that sh*t)
my money be talkin’ on me b*tch (on me)
i argue with that sh*t, cause i got nothin’ better to do (better to do)
i’m too high, i’m never gon’ land
lil’ b*tch, i’m a motherf*ckin’ fool (a motherf*ckin’ fool)
i been so high, i live in the sky (live in the sky)
i dont need disguises, but you know i’m high (know i’m high)
you know i’m that guy, that be shootin’ yo’ b*tch (shootin’ your b*tch)
i be f*ckin’ your hoe, she gulp on my kid, yeah (gulp on my kid)
b*tch, you know i’m doin’ this sh*t (nah)
you know i’m talkin’ my sh*t (yeah)
you know i rap about sh*t (yeah)
you know all that money on me (money)
you know i’m flexin’ that sh*t (flexin’ it)
you know all these hoes on me (yeah)
you know i’m flexin’ that b*tch (hold on)
you know all the cars on me (hm)
you know i’m crashin’ that sh*t (yeah)
hold on
why ya doin’ this sh*t (why)
why ya doin’ this (why)
why i’ma like this (why)
why i be in this (why)
i don’t need practice
(why i don’t need practice)
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