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Fuh Nuc

 

Fuh Nuc

(album: Welcome 2 Da 9 - 2018)


Come and ride with a rich nigga
Suicide, hockey pucks when I slide with me stick, nigga
I5 doing a hundred miles
Drive-bys and wise guys, you staring with a crooked eye
Bad bitch want me to stick around
Like a broom, she get swept off her feet after I dick her down
I am feeling myself
Hating on me, just kill yourself
But hold on, let me put my robe on
I rather tell the truth 'bout a bitch, quit lying like you rich
Niggas out here dying over that shit
These niggas out here busters, on mamas, put pussy over commas
Quit acting like it's funny if you ain't getting money, bitch
Stop acting like a freak if you ain't tryna trick
Niggas acting like they him but they ain't really him
I got shot by the police, bitch, I'm really him

Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny?
You broke and bummy, I gets my money
Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots
Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam
Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood
Hundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck

Imagine this, your main bitch is my side ho
Imagine me giving that bitch back on the weekend
Fuck that, why would I bow down to a fuck nigga?
Trust niggas? Why the fuck would I do that?
Fuck you, see I can't trust my own self
North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help
Bling, bling, got a nigga feeling like he Elvis
Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish
Fuck you, see I can't trust my own self
North Side, that's where I'm from, I can't help
Bling, bling, got a nigga feeling like he Elvis
Bitches wonder why a nigga selfish

Hah-hah, bitch, what's funny?
You broke and bummy, I gets my money
Bitch, miss me with the woo-wop, bring out the ooh-wop
Got me feeling like I'm 2Pac, I took a few shots
Glock-30 when I flu flamm, I had to blue-blam
Don't stop until it click-click, switch the whole clique
Lifestyle of a hood man, born in the hood-nood
Hundred P's, where the cookbook? Don't give a fu-nuck

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