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letra de leverage - nikshoww

(hook) –
i poured the wok in the prime bottle
slammin’ the gas on the floor, lil b-tch
mercedes, we goin’ full throttle
yeah, you could smell the drugs when i p-ss
i can’t go without you
i can’t live my days without my guns or all my f-ckin’ commas
i feel like the goat
i’m feelin’ like yeat
she wanna throat
i give a lil’ tease
shootin’ my shoot and i swear i don’t miss
i be hittin’ them 3s
stackin’ my blues, i been my drippin’ shoes
i watch i don’t crease
i’m steppin’ with all new designer on me
she want that gas, i ain’t lettin’ her fiend
yeah, i get to thе racks, i been chasin’ a dream
b-tch i’m with giuseppe, and sh-t could gеt messy
b-tch, i’m with kevin, we send you to heaven
we smokin’ on scotty lil b-tch yeah, i said it
i’m buyin’ a house yeah, i’m checkin’ my credit
they diss on nikshoww and i make them regret it
pull up on your block and my choppa gon’ wet it
i’m blowin’ up and i swear you could bet it
holdin’ the weight, mof-cka got leverage
(verse 1) –
i’m in the cut, you know what’s the deal
you got sum’ to say?
well then say how you feel
there ain’t no cost on keepin’ it real
i seen your true colors when you start to peel
you f-ckin’ my cash up
man, get your bag up
you know i’ma tap her, yeah yeah
i’ma go stash her
life goin’ faster
say i’m a b-st-rd, yeah yeah
smokin’ that gas, your mans in the pack
if we missin’ the shots then we runnin’ it back
get hit the mac if he talkin’ so wack
i’m dumpin’ that clip on that b-tch for a rack
i’m all in her guts, i be hittin’ the max
i aim at your top, that’s a fatal attack
i’m stackin’ that cash, i ain’t worried ‘bout the past
yeah, i’m loadin’ that clip, i extended the mag

(hook) –
i poured the wok in the prime bottle
slammin’ the gas on the floor, lil b-tch
mercedes, we goin’ full throttle
yeah, you could smell the drugs when i p-ss
i can’t go without you
i can’t live my days without my guns or all my f-ckin’ commas
i feel like the goat
i’m feelin’ like yeat
she wanna throat
i give a lil’ tease
shootin’ my shoot and i swear i don’t miss
i be hittin’ them 3s
stackin’ my blues, i been my drippin’ shoes
i watch i don’t crease
i’m steppin’ with all new designer on me
she want that gas, i ain’t lettin’ her fiend
yeah, i get to the racks, i been chasin’ a dream
b-tch i’m with giuseppe, and sh-t could get messy
b-tch, i’m with kevin, we send you to heaven
we smokin’ on scotty lil b-tch yeah, i said it
i’m buyin’ a house yeah, i’m checkin’ my credit
they diss on nikshoww and i make them regret it
pull up on your block and my choppa gon’ wet it
i’m blowin’ up and i swear you could bet it
holdin’ the weight, mof-cka got leverage
(verse 2) –
i’m really him, you get shots like kim
you wanna k!ll me? well, it’s lookin’ real grim
i keep it on me, this sh-t is not phony
i shoot at your mother, then spin on my rims
it’s somewhere to be and they waitin’ for me
i’m really the truth, i am not like them
racks is all that i’m talkin’
i drip when i’m walkin’
i really could turn all my racks to gems
she want that pack, she payin’ a tax
they say i’m a goat ‘cause i’m spittin’ the facts
they say they my homies, i know they be plottin’
they watchin’ my pockets when i got the cash
i’m bossin’ up and i’m takin’ they hoes right back to my crib
i’m tappin’ that ass
my bank and my cashapp be flooded with commas
you can’t get a verse, you better not ask

- nikshoww

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