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[Intro]
See, I don't know what the f*ck

[Verse 1: Royce da 5'9"]
f*ck you mean n*gga, you f*cking with them lame b*tches
The chick I'm with know that I'm so fly
In order to ride this di*k, she'll probably need a plane ticket
My con don't die
We could chuck, we move to Miami, we get a
Condo by some water
If I go tomorrow
b*tch I'll finally know I'm mortal
sh*t I still get surprised by the sight of my own blood
I stood in front of the judge so much, I won't judge
And I'd rather be wanted in six, carrying a body than snitch
I let a reverend read me lines
I'd rather beat the body than to be a body
I swear, to father time, bеfore I'm judged by 12 like 11:59
I kill
I feel
I am еvery women livings guilty pleasure
But the pleasure's
All mine
b*tches hate my wifey cause she living with a living legend
[Hook]
They call me Nickle Nina, the best
This ain't none of them you f*cking with, the best
You against me than you opposite, the best
No need to get a glimpse man, my b*tch, the best
Competition don't want none of this, the best
You gon order forty bottles get, the best
Which one of you b*tches sucking di*k, the best
Leave them corny n**gas where they at you with the Slaughterhouse!

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
I got a few of em on the phone, come through when I'm alone
Some titties, maybe no panties and Uber to get em home...