Nazareth lyrics

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
n*ggas they be throwing shade
b*tches they be throwing coochie
Smoking on this Black & Mild cause I'm fresh up out of loosies
Still banging that Salute Me, or Just Shoot Me, Waka Flame
Still in the kitchen with the dishes bumping Gucci Mane
Swing my door, smoking dope, all my n*ggas slanging coke
High as a b*tch and I'm twisting again
And I di*k down the broad while I'm twisting her friend
“How yo' ass is so fat, but your waist is so thin?”
Huh, is what I ask a b*tch
Smoke the whole roach then I smashed the b*tch
pus*y in my face, yeah I'm nasty b*tch
And she sucking balls, yeah that's my classy b*tch
We on Actavis, taking naps and sh*t
All out of bars, throw a Xanny fit
sh*t blows with that Tammy b*tch
High as f*ck with my n*gga SeeWax
Ran out of drugs, finna cop a G pack
Front me a zip and he said he need three back
Gave him 250 and told him I need that
Snow Beach, yeah I'm bringing the ski back
You aight, but ya man, yeah he wack
Smoking on some sh*t we be calling the knee slap
Got me on the magic rocket feeling like T-Mac
[Hook]
Yes, I’m that n*gga, I’m that f*ckin’ n*gga, said I’m
(Like n*ggas don’t understand what the f*ck is going on out here right now, bruh, it’s like, my n*gga, I’m waking up in muth f*ckin’ penthouse suites and sh*t with muth f*ckin’ with the baddest b*tch you see on muth f*ckin’ Tumblr or some sh*t, nahmean, b*tches that you don’t even think exist in real life and sh*t. I’m, I’m, I’m in here getting high as a muth f*cka, n*gga, like a n*gga should, you feel me, n*ggas don’t even understand what’s going on, bruh, I’m feeling like Jesus from Nazareth out here and sh*t, nahmean, I’m on some whole other next level sh*t, bruh, n*ggas can’t touch me, I’m talking bout like Egyptian cotton and like stained glass and cathedrals and sh*t, nahmean?)

[Verse 2]
b*tches doing coke, b*tches doing coke
Yeah, I'm in the club and these b*tches doing coke
Right up on the table, yeah that sh*t is not a joke
If the b*tch act up then the b*tch getting poked
Nah, I ain't talking conflict
Nah, baby girl I ain't with the nonsense
When I say poke, I'm talking in your privates
You gonna need Al Sharpton to stop the violence
Yeah, I said stop the violence
My little cousin sleep, better stop the hollering
sh*t, I don't even gotta keep you silent
But he gonna tell my aunt and that b*tch be wylin'
Yeah, I'm a young n*gga
Came a long way from a drug dealer
But I still what's up with the “what's up n*gga”
f*ck friends, I kick it with the plug n*gga
He be trying to talk about basketball
When the homie need 5000 Adderalls
And he got it dog
Won't make the call if it ain't a little tiny bit of tax involved
That's real sh*t, nah real trap, no Fugazi, these real raps
Lick boyz, we steal packs
Through the connect 'bout 3 racks
[Hook x10]

[Outro]
They keep f*ckin’ with me heavy, but n*gga, we not even gonna try to talk about that sh*t my n*gga, there’s some much other sh*t going on bruh, like bruh, I’m on some next level, holy sh*t bruh, it’s like I’m waking up, n*gga, and I don’t even know bruh n*gga I’m taking straight sips on holy water with ice, bruh, like, n*gga it’s some whole crazy sh*t going on bruh, I’m smoking on the muthaf*ckin’ finest weed, I’m waking up every morning going to get myself a California cookie bag, n*gga, which consists of ten grams of the most fire weed, n*gga, and muthaf*ckin’ Rice Krispies Treat edibles, n*gga, sh*t is crazy, I’m out here getting higher than a muthaf*cka, n*gga, this right here, right here this is that muthaf*ckin’ Delinquents and Degenerates, n*gga, nahmean, for all my muthf*ckin’ delinquents and degenerates, n*gga, all my n*ggas out there wilding n*gga, all my n*ggas out there doing their muthaf*ckin’ thing, n*ggas out there trapping n*ggas, trying to get this muthaf*ckin’ money, n*ggas just tryin’ to make it happen and sh*t, nahmean, all my n*ggas out there f*ckin’ b*tches and all that, nahmean, you know what’s going on out there, free my n*gga Mav, n*gga, first and foremost, n*gga, nahmean, shout out to all my muth f*ckin’ n*ggas and sh*t, I ain’t even finish shouting n*ggas out, n*gga, nahmean, I know who you are and sh*t, nahmean, we out here though, n*gga, Heir Gang Fast muthaf*ckin’ Money, n*gga, Delinquents and Degenerates, b*tch, huh, n*gga, yeah n*gga, like, all that fly sh*t, you heard?