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cressidaway!/ tpgeek - niontay lyrics

[part i: cressidayway!]

[intro: niontay]
haha
(surf gang, b*tch)

[verse 1: niontay]
you know when the stakes high, i boot up and take flight
manoeuvre with great white
i move the baseline
we coming all new drip
new sh*t, then take flight
archive like napalm
surf gang, no wave stronger
smoke break, let’s take 5
on red like state farm
fold up, i ain’t budge
lose sleep, it ain’t fun
won’t eat you, i ain’t hot
won’t greive, ain’t no time
my blood and my hunger

[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
ay, ayy
ain’t know if i make it home so i pray
too many sleepless nights ago, got to face
both of my feet was tied to rope, it wasn’t paved
can’t gеt a piece of dollars, go our separatе ways
this b*tch breathing fire, o’s to the face
i know the fee get high, a toll getting take
i’m not on demon time, but bro said he made me
feel it real deep inside my soul, n*ggas tasteless
living real free and by a code like a mason
they cannot breathe in silent, that’s how the reaper slide
geeked up like speaker knockerz
i ain’t even see the pound
they told me keep it down
i told them keep the flowers
28g’s an ounce
that’s all i need for now
(gatorface)
uh, this bit’ breathing fire, o’s to the face
[verse 3: niontay]
creep up, i skate by
won’t speak, won’t take mine
i geek up on [?]
they sneaky, they ain’t slime
i be with the same guys
we really the same kind
see how she ain’t mine?
she beat, i don’t want her
ah, ah, ahh

[outro]
(where’d you find this?)
(gatorfa*, gatorface, woo)

[part ii: tpgeek]

[intro]
bro, i’m about to crash the f*ck out, wallahi
i put it on everything i love, bro, i’m bout to*

[verse 1: niontay]
in and out, let the motor run
in’s and out’s, boy, i know the cuts, still sewn up (still, still sewn)
b*tch, it’s time to grow up
still tippin’, somewhere still stickin’
‘bout to throw up (surf gang, b*tch)
on my gang on a punk b*tch
flame it, face a l upon the disc ‘til my lungs give in (’til my motherf*ckin’ lungs*)
life a b*tch, give my love a kiss ‘fore i leave crib
you know n*ggas ain’t got sent, d*day, ha
horrible with names, but don’t forget a face
coming down from scottie
on the rim, why i don’t feel the same
bta the tour, i up score ‘fore i hit the stage
when it rain, it pour, run through your city like a hurricane, huh
yatk up, i know it hurt to say
carrying them sucker hatin’ n*ggas in the worstest way
burying them bone, might grave dig
got to be perfect, ain’t it
learn behaviour
g just like my g but i’m the youngest gangster
in and out, let the motor run
told her lock the doors and blow the h*rn if you notice some
money piling up, police come
no, you can’t, never had sh*t
thought the b*tch wanted some (wanted some)
huh, look me in my eyes, what you see behind?
sleep anxiety, geeked outside my body when i wrote this song (yessir)
innocence, i bet they stole it from
few glitz, got to cook some
another cold summer
[interlude]
i would, i*i*, i told you to shoot back my car, no
(hold on, hold on twin)
nah, shut up n*gga, i want this n*gga to shoot a gun at*, at my part*
get up, get up (my fault)
lil bro, get out the car with me
i don’t be robbin’ no b*tch ass n*ggas

[verse 2: earl sweatshirt]
uh, uh, uh
it’s so more than me
i can’t go to sleep
i seen this before, this weed got a glowing gleam (gleam)
pushing packs and different p
all this [?] geeked
i get sprite, it’s goin’ pink (goin’ pink)
i spent all my life in what i think
i get right before i leave
i don’t like it but i need it
(gatorface)
n*ggas talking spicy, he not seasoned
another take the heat, that’s okay with me
this sh*t just major as it seem
i can’t wake up from a dream
paint my face and make a scene
i can’t make room or make it easy
i should leave his face pulled up on the t
this sh*t just major as it seem
i can’t wake up from a dream
paint my face and make a scene
i can’t make room or make it easy
i should leave his face pulled up on the t

- niontay lyrics

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