Nonchalant Music lyrics

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Cut the pus*y n*gga off, got him looking stupid
Getting money on these pus*y n*ggas, man, I'm foolish
sh*tting on my old b*tch, man, how you do this?
Man, it's Purrple Haze, man, I get so foolish (f*ck n*gga)
Shout out big homie Shawty Lo, he got me feeling foolish
sh*tting on these fake n*ggas, that is how I do it
Man, I run the whole city, man, you ain't stupid
If you disrespect my n*ggas, man, they get to shooting
These n*ggas jealous of me, these n*ggas plotting on me
These n*ggas scared as f*ck, you is not my homie
These n*ggas hella scary, these n*ggas got no self-esteem
And these n*ggas mad I got high self-esteem
Man, I be swagging on yo whole damn team
Man, I do not sell my b*tch no dream
Me and my b*tch on boss sh*t, got cream
And you know we got the rocks on me
Gold-Gold in my teeth, gold-gold in my slug
I don't squash beef but boy, you is a bug
You can get squished
See that n*gga in person, then that n*gga will get mushed, ayy
Like Bush, presidential like Bush
I be in Dubai feeling like George Bush
Presidential kush, shout out to Wiz Khalifa
Catch me in Dubai chilling in the Big Khalifa
Salam to my killers
All my n*ggas drillars, all my n*ggas hittas
Salam to the east, man, I'm still rocking with ya
Man, we some terrorists, man, we some hittas
Yeah, I'm rocking with you if you on some real sh*t
I'll only f*ck with you if you on some loyal sh*t
It's Purrple f*cking Haze and I got a bad b*tch
And she love this f*cking di*k, yeah, she came on my di*k
She came 10 times, 'bout 2 rounds
Yeah I'm-Yeah I'm the king, got me di*king my b*tch down
Put on-Put on for the town, b*tch, I run the whole town
I run the whole f*cking state, got money on my plate
I fell in love with money, man, how could you hate?
Shout out to that n*gga Kodak, he put on for the Southside of that FLA
Goldmouth slugging, hella mean mugging
Real n*ggas do real things, stay thugging
n*ggas don't gossip, real n*ggas don't switch
Real n*ggas don't pus*y out when it's time to do
Real n*ggas don't pus*y out when it's time to do something real
If you ain't 'bout that life, pus*y n*gga, take out yo grill
'Cause if you ain't, I'ma take yo grill and break it down
Take it to the pawnshop and get me 'bout a pound
Of money or something, a hunnid or something
Getting to this money, b*tch, you know I love stunting