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N.O.R.E.


[Intro: Doodlebob x4]

(Damn Crisis, you go dumb)

[kev's verse:]

I get the money, so I tip the waiter
Why focus on b*tches? I'm focused on paper
I'm f*ckin' your b*tch, like J. Cole, Imma save her
And who want the smoke, I ain't talkin' 'bout vapor

Gettin' this ice, I ain't talkin' about glaciers
And b*tch, if you do not like me, you a hater
Imma cut you off, uh-huh, see you later
Want a lightskin b*tch, uh-huh, who a skater

Got a skater-b*tch, yeah she actiing nice
She sucked my di*k, and then you kissed her twice
I'm rich b*tch, I don't care about price
You is a rat, b*tch you is a mice

So much water, b*tch, where is the rice?
b*tch she a thot, she suck di*k for her life
I'm livin good, b*tch, I don't need a wife
My main just found out by my side
I don't trust b*tches, they waste my time
If the checks ain't blue then the checks ain't mine
And I ain't gon' lie, your sister look fine
Comethazine, but I got no crimes

Water on me, I'm not talkin' 'bout splash
She a lightskin b*tch, she givin Ash Kaash
And you know that I'm rich so that b*tch wanna smash
Don't f*ck with these b*tches, these b*tches be trash

These n*ggas be lying, these n*ggas be cap
I just seen a bad b*tch, I had to go tap
b*tch I'm not a rapper, b*tch I do not rap
Like NLE Choppa take you out the map

And you wanna be me? Y'all n*ggas clones
She keep on texting b*tch leave me alone
I'm antisocial, used to being alone
And I take flights, but b*tch, I'm not a drone

I got the ice, uh-huh, I got the VVS
How you gon' talk sh*t, but scared to come see me?
I stay drinking water, i stay drinkin' FIJI
We just made a movie, let's say it's not PG
(damn)
In the stu, cookin' green eggs and ham
f*ckin' on a bad b*tch, her name is Sam
I tried to f*ck a b*tch
"Tryna date online?"
She tried to masturbate on her webcam
I'm gettin' bitties, not from New York City
My b*tch lookin' pretty, she gave me a hickey
Yeah she is so silly, and I'm not from Philly
I had to go fly out to Mississipi

Always reactin' just like I'm Flight
This sh*t hit different like McDonalds sprite
Tired of these n*ggas, always tryna fight
Why all the cute girls short in height?

[Ky:]
I'm in [?] club, they can't stand me
Imma go [?] a Billy and Mandy
I gotta mask a n*gga named Mandy
He got a Glock and that b*tch come in handy

I got a white b*tch named Tammy
She sucked my di*k and it's outstanding
She called me Tasha, she can't stand it
Smokin' on gas, I'm not Landon

Me and Kev, in the stu', we jammin'
And I put that sh*t on my granny

And I put that sh*t on my granny
I ain't stoppin' till' I get a grammy
RKO that n*gga like I'm Randy
Go ghost on that b*tch, Danny

She wanna f*ck 'cause I got racks
When I get bored, I go to Saks
9th grade, I was totin' a mac
Can't sell on my block, n*gga you get attacked

Sneaked dissin' gon' get you whacked
That's me in that all black
Goin 200 in the Hellcat
Can't do a song with you if your wack

[Outro]

Everywhere I go, n*gga, I be strapped
My cousin blood, he say no bap
Can't trust a n*gga, these n*ggas be cap
I got it all, n*gga come to the trap
I made it out the hood with this rap
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