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letra de boyz 2 men - nuk

[intro]
(da realest)

[verse]
yeah, it’s true, i put that money up, i pay for my credentials
in thirty minutes, i can move a zip, can’t say i ain’t convincing
only date i had this year was when i’m taking out my skizzy
i still walk around with thirty, but i pay with my initials
the whips we playin’ in, just know they straighter than a pencil
all i did was hit the gas, the ass gon’ shake just like it’s flipper
told my b-tch, “you petty, you bringin’ up hoes i don’t remember”
you couldn’t match me on no pop that i had poured this side of september
this whip freaky fast, the license plate say “scary”
boy, don’t ask what kind of jeans i’m on, the license platе amiri
i know opps that’s on they last hundred, wish they had monеy
they know 5 because we k!ll sh-t ’cause we in cash money
i know n-ggas over thirty now, they comin’ from they bids
you hit your dogs when they open or do you cut ’em from they limbs?
all these n-ggas try to move like us, they comin’ how we did
yeah, it’s bool ’cause we just caught a— comin’ out his brib
only reason it’s a problem is ’cause y’all ain’t never us
he’d probably still be here today if dog ain’t never clutch
i been out there with that girl, i got some dog i never touch
let ’em film me in the trap because that snow don’t ever bluff
my b-tch sent a text, she like, “it better not be no hoes with you”
she like, “yeah, who else you with? they better have that pole near you”
d-mn, bae, that p-ssy good, girl, you know you cold with it
even if that p-ssy mine, i’m k!llin’ all your old n-ggas
this b-tch ain’t got no waist for sh-t, so how her jeans be full of ass?
i know hoes that hide behind they followers, they p-ssy trash
if you don’t get your nut before i get off, it ain’t good enough
my b-tches say my d-ck just like a backwood ’cause it’s full with guts
b-tch, i’m from the trizzy, it take h-lla guts to get the glory
b-tches know i wear that jimmy tight so we won’t get to maury
i’m too picky, i like foreign sh-t, i call my b-tch kimora
they don’t want me open on them drills, ’cause they know i’ma score
i can play the trizzy or do it legal, got the coldest hands
gotta ask them boys, “y’all hittin’ p-ssy or y’all holdin’ hands?”
it’s you that got that fire pack? it’s your sh-t they say takin’ ten?
this music sh-t gon’ end the road, i told my boys we boyz ii men
(da realest)

- nuk

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