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Nasty C

Before The Finals Freestyle

 

Before The Finals Freestyle

(album: Price City - 2015)


What's a favour to a nigga like me?
Nigga no, no
I can't do it nigga, no, no
Kiss a nigga ass, you a homo
And I will never trust a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma
And I will never love a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma (Go!)

Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Remember when you told me that my bars ain't shit
Now you talking bout "Let bygones be bygones" and shit
Y'all wanna see a young nigga fall hard and shit
Bitch you can't deny, bitch you can't deny I went hard and shit

1,2,3 count that money [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-count that money
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't really want it
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't want it

I'm the piece of the puzzle they couldn't fit in
I work hard, play hard
And my radar stay dark, 7/24 HR
Got troubles out the ass
Swag running out the class
That's that dumb shit
This young kid is coming out the trash
Cause I never had nothing
Beat it from the heart
I let the pen and pad touch 'em
And if they get mad fuck 'em, yeah
Incase you ain't know I got summer stashed in my underwear
Incase you ain't know I got rappers packed in my tupperware
Young flame thrower
Could probably burn something
Satan got his eyes on me, he could probably learn something
Touch me and you sizzle down to an urn or something
Bitches falling for me like their vision fucking blurred or something, yeah
But hoes gon be hoes, why save em?
And this dough come and go, why save it?
I got flow after flow, dive straight in
Or stay being a pussy, dehydrated
What's in your pockets bitch?
What is that? Oxygen?
Nigga you broke as a fucking promise
Didn't tell you I got that Pac in me?
You fucking lying
I got the devil pointing me to all the dotted lines
Promising me dollar signs
Or shit Randelas
What else is in this world for me to relish
But money and spinderellas?
What else is in this world for me to relish
But money and spinderellas?
I was whipped now I'm feeling embarrassed
Cause people say they got your back then stab it
Got me going crazy up in here
Asking "Is my rhymes too simple? Is my raps too average?"

What's a favour to a nigga like me?
Nigga no, no
I can't do it nigga, no, no
Kiss a nigga ass, you a homo
And I will never trust a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma
And I will never love a nigga
Uncle Ruckus in this bitch, Uncle Ruck'
Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Not even Zuma (Go!)

Ain't nothing more important than the moolah
Remember when you told me that my bars ain't shit
Now you talking bout "Let bygones be bygones" and shit
Y'all wanna see a young nigga fall hard and shit
Bitch you can't deny, bitch you can't deny I went hard and shit

1,2,3 count that money [x3]
1-1, 2, 3, c-count that money
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't really want it
They don't really want it [x3]
They don't, they don't want it

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