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letra de uh huh - nikko

god
hands up it’s a stick up
b-tch i came back to k!ll
i’m no quitter
so sick of the f-ck sh-t
f-ck it, might pick up that gun
and bust the rust off that b-tch
it function trust

yuh i have never once folded
i’m too bold
still three loaded
that’s four holes the fye just disposed
they six below
through dirt the hole of any f-ck n-gga wanna test
if it’s up they could suck d-ck and know that i’m the best
b-tch i puff my chest then cut the neck
and punt the f-cking head off anybody trynna duck respect
cause what’s worsе than death
is if i decide to slidе through –
i’m leaving nothing left
and i’m putting it on god
if i step up in the room b-tch it’s tombstones
n-ggas know that i’m they doom
when they see me getting boomed
b-tch i move just like a ghoul when the moon low
and i know just how they maneuver
stop acting f-cking stupid

warning! take caution when i step up on the field
summon the don, then you gon feel this stainless steel
solving my problems when i c-ck it back and peel
no more remorse when i

send that shiver down your spine
all black shadow my disguise
turned to stone, you paralysed
venom leaking from my eyes
no surprise, when you all meet your demise
mind control tactics
i’m problematic
melt you to acid
fake boy you plastic
hole in the wall
like where all you rats live
you gon fear the don
the motherf-ckin blood god
okay

moving kamakazi
choppa f-cking hungry, let it eat like a buffet, uh
adrenaline rushing
but who gonna stop me
yeah who gonna top me
no one
i am the don
no i am a god
of the realm that you walk
i’m chosen
bones can be broken
ash can be smoked
if the wrong words have been spoken

you n-ggas talk sh-t right?
(uh huh uh huh)
but act like you don’t
(uh huh uh huh)
said he want a fist fight?
well f-ck that, i let it blow
kick in yo door right
(uh huh uh huh)
run through yo home
(uh huh uh huh)
and if i heard right then yo shawty like d-ck
i’m bending her over
uh huh uh huh huh
i’m a real grave digger
and could really get you offed
how you rap but think you good at it
that sh-t got me appalled
got a pole in my jeans you better prep for the assault
it ain’t my fault you talking outta line
f-ck the jokes
imma drive down maple looking for them tweakers calling
let em smoke my joint and when he’s high that’s when i’m finna rob him
then i slide the next day sell him an 8th cause he forgot it
then i do that sh-t again cause i’m addicted to the profit!
got some haters on my line that’s doing nothing with they life
even said that he’d slide but i’m dolo with no pipe
walking through the night
knowing if he press me then he won’t survive
triple 9 the set i get my demons glock 9s

- nikko

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