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'96 Bulls

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You never met a n**a this cold

Somebody tell them boys class never gets old

The more success they hate me, that’s the way this s**t goes

Married to the money that relationship goals

Never will I fold, pay me what you owe

It ain’t a cougar trine holla when I wave the 44

Money don’t change n**s it only amplifies, who they really are

The sold you a bag of lies, this the land of the wise

All the lamb are disguise, I’ll never lose my cool but not a fan of your vibes

Okay I’m from the dirty, need to be sanitized

Product of ghetto teaching this ain’t that class at DeVry

Moving that cocaina they call it that Spanish bride

I love her I fantasize I’m just staying alive

Food for the soul, stuck with a can of pride

You n**s can’t see me, f**k it I’m camera shy

You better eat your Wheaties, I park it where I can see

S**t will get hot and shaky like Parkinson’s with the fever

This ain’t checkers its chess, all I see is the cleavage

Butting heads with the best, it ain’t nothing to Beavis

I’m the meanest boy, I got it zipped up thriller jacket I mean it

Bad b**h from Ibiza, she brought a friend like a feature

She got that good grade A head I had to repeat it

Six ring flow, leave it after the beep then

I’m from the bottom where half these cats are deceitful

Where n**s drive by and double back like the sequel

Lethal, I’m the goat, rappers should take some notes

All you n**s is p**y, don’t drop the soap

Puffy dancin’ on the money hoe

Peep how my hunger grows, life is a fat b**h, I love her money rolls

They wake up on my d**k, go eat your Honey combs

Go where they money go, location undisclosed

Tell her the check don’t bounce, tell her my tongue can roll

I pull up in a drop then peel off like under clothes

Picture life being perfect, m**I struck a pose

Man I’m too down to earth for these stuck up h**s

In the A, I diddy bop, she got her t**s propped up

Ass fat and she let me lick the c**y pop

With a dark brown sis like she dipped in Willy Wonk

N**s lost the noodle thinking I ain’t really dripping sauce

Poppin, check the skillet, nothing I’m just chillin’

P**y n**s got that virus, hope my sisters catch no feelings

Keep them n**s out your business, help your n**s run a business

These n**s swear they gods but know nothing ‘bout forgiveness

The world showed you moguls are just crooked politicians

Spending hundreds since they had they baby face like Kenneth

I’d rather be a goofy then a Mickey stop the snitching

Internet thuggin, hashtag killers

A star in your eyes baby ask Jack Thriller

Selling boy and that girl Ariana, Mac Miller

Trap rap with a, backpack twist of, young black n**s, tryna crack the system

I'm dreaming

'96 Bulls di Nick Grant - Testi e Cover