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wildstyle - nteejay lyrics

(f*ck)
n*ggas be watching my pockets, asking for handouts, begging
keep doing that, n*ggas can see what these hands bout, weapons
i’m that type n*gga that keeping my location off in settings
(b*tch)
you the type n*gga that
(go)
you the type n*gga that put on a dress at a godd*mn wedding
n*gga be claiming he gangsta but let his b*tch use him for pegging
shooting some shots at his toes, got him dancing around like he megan
shooting bullets at his feet, got him moving around like a stallion
walking outside in all black, chain round my neck a medallion
imma die lit wit the mob, some of my n*ggas italian
imma die right by my n*ggas, we stepping on any battalion (stepping on n*ggas)
stepping on any battalion, beat they ass like this tekken
i’m taking thеm n*ggas to h*ll, none of em going to hеaven
i don’t even like the b*tch, she always come back for some seconds
(hold on give me a second)
none of y’all n*ggas and none of y’all b*tches is taking the hint so i’ll give you a message
i’m the street sweeper, i sweep up the streets and i’m taking your beats, leave yo ass in a wreckage
pull out a camera, while f*cking your auntie & sister & mama, i’ll use it as leverage
might put that sh*t on the hub then go f*ck on your cousin, she sucking this d*ck like a beverage
she sucking my d*ck like a straw, yeah i’m quenching her thirst
finna take her to the mall, let her go pick out a purse
to be honest, i’m really appalled, but i can’t say this a first
ain’t addin’ a hook to the song, yeah, this sh*t a whole verse
shawty she swear she a virgin but open her legs like a door though
shawty be flashing her titties at me, like she’s usin’ her body from morse code
driving the 911 gt3 like i’m a psycho, i don’t really f*ck with a porsche tho
all of my n*ggas outside, barely post up on the porch tho
takin’ your b*tch for a ride, finna go shoot us a p*rno
she be screaming my name when she ride, told her let go of my h*rns though
she be feigning but that’s no surprise, got her hand all in my pockets
she a demon, just look in her eyes, only want fits from hot topic
of course she want fits from hot topic, look at her arm it’s a colon
semicolon on her arm, yeah, i’m already knowing
she hang with my brothers in arms, only way she brought the pole in
fake n*gga taking sarms, yeah his arms fake swollen
wockhardt in my cup, yeah i take it to poland
i’m rock hard, yeah it’s up, she hiding my d*ck like it’s stolen
you a pop tart, you a b*tch, i’m beating yo ass like you bolin

- nteejay lyrics

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