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nightingales (feat. cruz supat) - stazthehokage lyrics

i know some p*ssy n*ggas ain’t talkin’ bout me, n*gga
yo, cruz, what we finna do? what we finna do
i know a b*tch n*gga ain’t said nothin
man f*ck these n*ggas

let’s show them what the f*ck we about
this p*ssy’s not gon’ show up
of course, keyboard warriors, bruh, all they do is f*ckin’ flake

all this motherf*cking anger festers, (die)
only thing n*ggas manifest, dirt, (die)
n*ggas run mouths, quick draw, not taking westerns, (hee)
gotta live, let learn, in real life, since primary school
knew the scent as flesh burns, embers, (fire sound)
gas him, n light him, the smoke, he want it, he got it, get puffed till your chеst hurts, (bukkam bukkam)

b*tch n*gga never been outside but in еverything he an expert, (i know everything)
like a give a f*ck what p*ssy privileged n*gga gotta say out in rexburg (i don’t)
more p*ssy than what these b*tches sell, that do s*x work, (n*ggas p*ssy)
more p*ssy, than what you see, when the b*tches bends it over, n then twerk,(n*ggas p*ssy)

type n*gga, to know the team smashed n
he’s still trying to flex her, (simp)
for the juggler, want blood
no vampires, with the blade
i’ll go neck first, (cut throat)
think this verse bad, n*gga it gets worse, (bloodclaa)
point is, n*ggas p*ssy, type that probably wouldn’t run a fade with his molester, (b*tch)
we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp*ce
n*gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b*tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n*gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays
we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp*ce
n*gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b*tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n*gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

beat the guts like her ex, beat her face
taking charges, he ain’t catch a case?

make up on to hide that fade
cutthroat, my penwork blade
wishin’ death when i sit and pray
sick f*ck, you manipulate
villain arc, i’ma eliminate
when he die, i’ma celebrate

that b*tch done f*cked up
n*ggas ran through, they lucked up
pointed their guns, they bluffed up
never took a life, they soft*soft
sh*t get me sick, i cough*cough

all of that internet, fun in their head
comment like gangsters, but soft in there bed
privileged f*cks, they never had bled
you a waste of sp*ce, you a waste of egg, f*ck
b*tches run around like satan
playin’ hearts for the one who’s capin
hero, hero, man, that sh*t is fadin
stop caring like my n*gga jaedenn

never been the type to hate on a b*tch
there’s first for it all when a b*tch ain’t sh*t
sometimes a b*tch is a n*gga at face
when you press him in person
that n*gga will flake (yuh)

we gon’ shoot at the stars
for the moon or outer sp*ce
n*ggas thinkin’ that he hard
b*tch, then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n*gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

we gon’ shoot, at the stars, for the moon or outer sp*ce
n*gga’s thinkin’ that he hard, b*tch then catch it in your face
this the type of game we play to win we not gon’ play it safe
n*gga, if this ain’t your burial you probably catchin’ strays

- stazthehokage lyrics

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