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letra de the sing along - nick grant

[verse 1: nick grant]
got me moving slow as a love ballad
all up in the club she like all her thugs tatted
as the radio plays return of the drug addict
mama youngin was raised they taught me that love matters
i can see all your flaws, hiding them not at all
n-gg-s reaching new heights then shortly they fallin off
michael i’m off the wall, typical art of war
everybody’s the plug but none you n-gg-s in charge
criminal still at large, fatal just kill em off
n-gg-s is closed minded the label should get involved
b-tches cheating on you, ain’t no lovin’ on the menu
now she with the other n-gg- like you with the hotter single
mama got another favorite, daddy disappointed in you
and they came to get the caddy, how you gettin to the venue
need of revenue, please never let em jerry h-ller you
as the regret screams, i pray that the weed settles you
nothing is worse than having it and then losing it
the hunger starts fading and then you become cool with it
overnight pjs to coach cl-ss stewardess
nothing change i can smell vh1 moving in
i’m the one you should ask for
it’s all the same song what you spinning it back for
i swear your last record should’ve been your last choice
sh-t is looking like radio made the trap star
the sing along

[hook: ricco barrino]
n-gg-s talk about keys and we sing along
preach
n-gg-s talk about b-tches and we sing along
ohh preach
everything codeine, and ya bankroll mean
n-gg- i’m sleep
you didn’t even sell your soul it was free
it’s like you got the same sh-t on repeat
n-gg-s talk about keys and we sing along
preach
n-gg-s talk about b-tches and we sing along
ohh preach
everything codeine, and ya bankroll mean
n-gg- i’m sleep
you didn’t even sell your soul it was free
it’s like you got the same sh-t on repeat

[verse 2: nick grant]
ima sight for blind eyes, ribbon in sky
vision 20/20 n-body gifted as i
gotta take care your people my n-gg- sit and divide
gotta be bout the love and only spit when inspired
lyrical genocide, forever immortalized
numb to the fame, never succ-mb to the corporate ties
rappers are borderline, stuck in a normal mind
i kill em all and lay em in front as the organ cries
i’m alive pay your tax never let a comma slide
crazy like lookin in damas eyes
if i say it all they plotting on my demise
phenomenon, i’m a god
i arrived in all black n-gg- cause they don’t follow the format
of raw rap, tell me what the f-ck do you call that
quiet n-gg- better believe i’m bout all that
they all whack
it gets worse cause the n-gg-s that we love gave you n-gg-s a hall p-ss
same song and we all dance
why you dropping the ball uhh, another dark cloud on a poor black
brother trying to make it so i gotta support the sing along

- nick grant

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