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ain't from soil - nico caine lyrics

young n*gga got motion
like a track star (zoom)
you ain’t got a car
how is you a trap star (skrrt, skrrt)
can’t even sell an ounce a week
that boy a cap star
n*gga dissed me in a song
that sh*t was subpar (subpar)

yurr
he needs to quit rapping
they hit my phone up
telling me to quit snapping (man, quit snapping)
my drip broken man i guess the water quit tapping
b*tch bad with no daddy
she a thick b*st*rd (bad b*tch)

scatter bullets everywhere when the heat fying
just because i bench 225 don’t mean that we fighting (h*ll nah)

when i say i’m cooking in the kitchen don’t mean grease frying
re rock knocking on the doors of the feens buying (nah)

sliding in some sh*t that go fast with a black ass tint (skrrt, skrrt)
n*ggas mad cuz it’s cash i print (cash)
can’t cuff a wack ass b*tch
only baddies over here cuz i don’t want no quack ass kids (dime pieces only)
yurr
if my kid ugly i’ll be p*ssed off (yup)
stank p*ssy hoes always make my d*ck soft (yup)
counting big money is how i get my kicks off (yup, yup, yup)
you n*ggas broke and simping and that’s the reason why ya b*tch gone

yurr
that ho is not loyal (thottiana)
why you calling her a queen
that ho is not royal (not a queen)
ugly hoes who think they bad
make my blood boil (stupid)
this sh*t home grown but it ain’t from soil (h*ll yeah)

i’m slapping motherf*ckers left and right
for looking at me funny
you broke depending on a ho
better go get some money (stupid b*tch)

only light brown and dark skins
for me i don’t do snow bunnies (h*ll nah)

and these hoes love my voice
cuz they know i ain’t from the country (brooklyn)

thottiana said she love me
and want a kid i still wear a condom
i’m in a city where the b*tches got burning boxers (ew)
my homie rawdogged now he itching
that boy need a doctor (pray for him)

man i can’t expect respect from the ho cuz she ain’t got a father (nah)

she ain’t got a father figure
i’ll be d*mned i wife a white b*tch
and she try to call me n*gga (that’s racist)

posting up all them guns
ain’t never pulled all them triggers (h*ll nah)

know that n*gga p*ssy
man his gang should just call him whiskers (p*ssy boy)

supreme on my shoes vlone for the hoodie b*tch
she rough giving head so i call her noogie b*tch (noogie b*tch)

i ain’t ever been p*ssywhipped enough about a ho
to get me crying in a song on some a boogie sh*t (nah)

- nico caine lyrics

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