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neiman marcus - toohda band$ lyrics

[intro]
(funk or die)
(sheesh, that n*gga jugg goin’ crazy)
yeah

[verse 1]
dog sh*t on me, b*tch, i shop at neiman marcus
lady at the counter said i read the clique r*t*rded
throw me in the jungle, i survive, i trap the hardest
said he want a pint, i whip it up like i’m a pharmist
i don’t talk to n*ggas, i’ma paint you like an artist
walk up to your whip and blow your sh*t before you start it
money on the floor, if it’s a go, i go the farthest
glizzy with the beam, i guarantee i hit my target
nah, i ain’t f*ckin’ with no fake b*tch
f*ck these p*ssy n*ggas, they ain’t really on no snake sh*t
hit a n*gga block with this chop, let it go ape sh*t
never pass the ‘wood, it ain’t good, b*tch, i face sh*t
n*gga, you ain’t never shot the ninas
police hit the lights, i know i’m gone ’cause i’m speedin’
yes, i’m very active, love to shoot, give me a reason
suckers on the live, i got the drop, we finna bleed ’em
i don’t love a b*tch, i get the coochie then i leave ’em
miss my n*gga wheezy, man, the police need to free him
opps steady hidin’, i’ma squeeze when i see ’em
miss your dead n*ggas, come outside, you can meet ’em
f*ck that other sh*t, i’m back to stick talkin’
put the stock up, blind man, now i’m stick walkin’
eight hundred for the shoes, i’m expensive, now i’m drip walkin’
gave that b*tch some d*ck, ain’t that a b*tch? now she won’t get off it
had to block her number, ain’t ’bout money, don’t do no talkin’
boy, that lean hit, you know it’s fake and you still bought it
unc’ hit the ‘wood yesterday, it got him still coughin’
n*ggas always slanderin’ my name and i’m still saucin’
[interlude]
it’s like d*mn near almost 1 in the morning in vegas right now
in the booth gettin’ high with my n*ggas
we ain’t worried ’bout no beef ’cause, n*gga, we gettin’ to this paper, n*gga
real seminary sh*t
n*ggas just in the way
yeah

[verse 2]
chop get to bangin’, soundin’ like i’m in the band
ask them n*ggas on the four how we chopped it out that van
i was bangin’ white, unc’ was blendin’ with that tan
me and my mover up the block ’cause i don’t do no hand*to*hand
baby really like my style, see me thumbin’ through them bands
had to stuff it in my pocket, i just popped a rubber band
we can’t catch you out in public, we gon’ give it to your mans
lil’ bro choppin’ thighs, .223s hit his head
told my n*ggas that i got ’em, lil dex my other hand
tre called to flex a roll, love my n*ggas touchin’ bands
unc’ crazy, if he on you, get to blowin’ like a fan
baby said she love my song, guess i’m finna f*ck my fan
nah
b*tch, get away from me
people i ain’t seen or heard from expect a play from me
n*ggas let me down when i was stuck, i made a way for me
told her ’bout my life, this sh*t ain’t right like, “you ain’t safe with me”
if i catch a case, i know it’s fake, you ain’t gon’ wait for me
i ain’t got no heart, it took some losses, paid to cut me deep
thinkin’ ’bout my pops, i miss my n*gga, let that n*gga free
crazy how my n*gga left the planet, d*mn, i miss lil ree

- toohda band lyrics

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