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letra de the interview (feat. nicwiththekay) - dj tay b.

like could you describe the streets in the shortest way you can
i know its h-lla crazy but from your point of view
like how do you feel about it, how do you see it
like pine bluff is like america’s most dangerous small town
you’re not just there but you’re one of these reasons
like its crazy, you been thru it all, like tell us something
like why do they call you nicwiththekay
like tell us man the world wanna know man, come on tell us
nicwiththekay

we pop sh-t don’t need no corks, we need bandanas (hide ya face)
tie that rag around yo face and squeeze thе hammer
bad apple, how the f-ck hе get bananas (curving clips)
these n-ggas flip flops, that n-gga squad sandals (yeh yeh)
we pop sh-t don’t need no corks, we need bandanas (hide ya face)
tie that rag around yo face and squeeze the hammer
bad apple, how the f-ck he get bananas (curving clips)
these n-ggas flip flops, that n-gga squad sandals (yeh yeh)

i’m like rambo in that field with all my gangsters (me and all my gansters)
it’s like 2 bodies on every one of these bangers (on crip)
say he a k!ller but he a snitch, that boy a sanger (that boy gon rat)
get on the flow i feel like mystical b-tch it’s danger (hhddrraaah)
choppa brang em out the closet like a hanger (like a hanger)
n0body vouching for his cred, his gangster stranger (it don’t exist)
on the blocc you snitch they treat you like 50, 20’s and bann em (we’on fw rats)
these n-ggas boosted, why tf n0body ain’t scan em (ring em up)
beef with me won’t get no sleep, ain’t no pajamas (ain’t no pajamas)
balling hard, we all shooters, we’on got no handles (straight up shooters)
car so foreign she couldn’t even get in, it don’t got no panels (een got no panels)
up in irvin like i’m julius or i’m randal (yeh yeh)
my life a movie, you’on like it change the channel (stop watchin a n-gga)
free 4-0 these b-tches dirty, they a scandal (free big 40)
quarterbacc vision but you’ll never see me scramble (never outta poccet)
these n-ggas g-y, sweeter than a tropicana (n-ggas p-ssy)
it just ain’t the same no mo man, like ain’t no feelings out here
you got n-ggas switching sides riding on they own family
behind n-ggas who died years before them n-ggas even became cool
like n-ggas telling and everything man, we cut different bruh
like they celebrate when rats come home
we celebrate bodies, loyalty, silence and money we different
i’m nicwiththekay cause i keep a k

we pop sh-t don’t need no corks, we need bandanas (hide ya face)
tie that rag around yo face and squeeze the hammer
bad apple, how the f-ck he get bananas (curving clips)
these n-ggas flip flops, that n-gga squad sandals (yeh yeh)
we pop sh-t don’t need no corks, we need bandanas (hide ya face)
tie that rag around yo face and squeeze the hammer
bad apple, how the f-ck he get bananas (curving clips)
these n-ggas flip flops, that n-gga squad sandals (yeh yeh)

don’t chase, replacing all these hoes they better listen (omm)
i point you go i say assume, get in position (whatever i tell ha)
b-tch so smart, i think she loyal, i might be trippin (can’t let ha get me)
head good i might just pay this hoe tuition (yeh yeh)
i been going thru all these trials and tribulations (fucc)
lost my n-gga we piccn em off i feel bailey (i feel like champ)
all these chances i been giving, they won’t take em (fucc it k!ll em)
they made a diss i won’t reply i’m straight up facing (clicc clacc pow)
all my n-ggas straight up k!llers free the mob (free the gang)
free marquie, lil flippa, sinkai, and jaycobbs (aye free dlo)
bro caught a body he been turnt up like a kn-b (turn up turn up)
he’en turnt enough he say he catching one mo tomaarr (he gon get anudden)
i’m so high i’m up here kiccn sh-t in mars (i’m off them moonroccs)
me and the gang be fresh af they think we stars (loady gang)
13 bullet holes remind me that i’m scarred (i’m hard body)
and ain’t sh-t weak about me n-gga i’m h-lla hard (yeh yeh)

- dj tay b

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