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letra de dust up! - nikko

[intro]
b-tch, b-tch, b-tch, b-tch
what?
okay
ты ебанулся?
b-tch
yuh
what

[verse 1: sadfrosty]
pulled up with that chopstick
f-ckin on a b-tch and you know she be on thot sh-t (p-ssy)
i dont love these hoes
i pull up then i dip (b-tch, b-tch)
one hundred thousand dollars
i just dropped it on my f-cking kicks, yuh (aye)
bapesters on my feet (what?)
my sh-t it be so clean
f-ckin’ on a groupie ass (b-tch)
b-tch and she sipping lean
all these hoes thots
they gon f-ck for the clout
went to johnny dang
i put like 20k in my mouth
yeah, i blew that sh-t (ugh)
you know i do this sh-t
if that b-tch up on my d-ck (b-tch)
you know i’m gon pursue that sh-t (p-ssy)
if glory say its up then its up no discussion (stop)
you not sipping drank we all know thats robitussin (stop)
[verse 2: kiid spyro]
f-ck that b-tch
f-ck that hoe
f-ck they whole d-mn clique (yeah)
f-ck a rat
bands up on your head if you gon snitch
i like my racks (racks)
like my cash (cash)
these n-ggas pay me just to rap
wait can i gеt it for free (ha-ha)
um, you know what
nah b-tch you getting taxed (taxed)
run up on mе and i bet i lay your ass flat (aye)

[verse 3: nikko]
ay yuh cut it up
cut it up
yuh
b-tch you better vest up (aye)
teched up (aye)
shawty riding d-ck just like a tesla (like a tesla)
s-x her
f-ck a twitter mention cut your neck up (aye)
flexed up you step up get wrecked up (aye)
oh thats your girl
protect her cause i slash sl-ts like jason (aye)
slumped over
seats red just like octobers
get shot just like i’m soldier
spot hot thought the block told you (grr)
wait what

turn your dumbass to an afterthought (thought)
b-tch give me head are you smart or not (aye)
skin off my fist when i break up his face (aye)
b-tch i hit him he died in the parking lot

okay like put some diamonds on my brethren, hey
you want war then i’m a veteran
said imma beat the p-ssy not a gentleman, yuh
blood is blackened like its venomous (oh)
okay like blood drip from the lip (aye)
i hit him he gon fade away
that gun clip on my hip like what you wanna do today

i heard you’s a l!ck and all my n-ggas chicken running up
extended clip on the hip
won’t shoot cause you not man enough like
b-tch i really hope y’all pray to god
that i don’t catch you lacking
n-ggas really p-ssy
toting choppers for the f-cking fashion
f-cked up
bleedings
how i leave them in the night right
dust to dawn
i carry beamers like my pipe light
f-ck love
really turned a demon to my wife like
dust up
dirt mix with the blood if he dont fight right

- nikko

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