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I Never Felt Nun


Playin', if you take the bread
leave the back door cracked (Yeah)
Playin', if you take the bread
leave the back door cracked (Yeah)
Send 'em, send 'em, I need all threats (Yeah)
You can't get 'em gone in the same day
don't call my phone (Yeah)
(Cutta we rich)

Send 'em, send 'em, I need all threats (Yeah, yeah)
You can't get 'em gone in the same day
don't call my phone back (Yeah)
Spinnin', spinnin', get his soul snatched (Yeah, yeah)
Said I'm playin', if you take the bread
leave the back door cracked (Yeah)
Sippin', sippin', and throw a four back (Yeah, yeah)
Soda cream part the red lean like it's Moses (Yeah)
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
Icin' up my wrist, spray from that whip
six figures, both arms (Yeah)

Real trap nigga, I serve plenty
I don't know y'all (I don't know y'all)
Thirty-six, I flip thirty-six your kick
but you a show off (Mm, that's a small one)
That's what's on my ho arm
and she don't even show y'all
(And she don't even show y'all)
Safe sex on the sofa, the arm rest
I sit my pole on (Mm, I sit my gun on)
Any trick that get a trick from me
I make her go long (I make 'em stretch)
G6 bottle water in that Rolls, gettin' my roll on
Bitch kept gettin' my pants wet
when she faced me, told her, "Hold on" (I told her, " [?] ")
Green grass, space for all the snakes, I make them grown on
My brother passed, choppa in his hand
he was a soldier (He was a gangsta)
Green-tipped 556, bend him out like cobras
Blank X, perc'd up behind tent
you gettin' in mode, huh? (I'm gettin' loaded)
Yeah, he stretched, work, can't rest, this a whole one
Went back to my old plug, we even
I didn't owe him (I didn't owe him)
Front a nigga, I need every digit to his social
(To his social)
Only way you ain't get what I gave you
is if you sold 'em (It's if you sold 'em)
If they flick you, just don't tell 'em where
you get the load from, yeah

Send 'em, send 'em, I need all threats (Yeah, yeah)
You can't get 'em gone in the same day
don't call my phone back (Yeah)
Spinnin', spinnin', get his soul snatched (Yeah, yeah)
Said I'm playin', if you take the bread
leave the back door cracked (Yeah)
Sippin', sippin', and throw a four back (Yeah, yeah)
Soda cream part the red lean like it's Moses (Yeah)
Whip it, whip it, get in that bowl, dawg (Yeah, yeah)
Icin' up my wrist, spray from that whip
six figures, both arms (Yeah)

Yeah, mm
What you mean rest? (What you mean rest?)
I'm off three X (I'm off three)
Stuffin' bags to the seem rip
He gotta seed pack, this a clean batch
I been knockin' bows
since gas was train wreckin' and green crack
Trackhawks and Hellcats, we already did that
Drippin' through the trenches
niggas slippin' where I spilled at
People missin', opposition tippin' sayin' we did that
I ain't trippin', shouldn't have took them bitches
where he lived at
Wait a second, someone bring a beverage
throw this pill back
Make a section, teddy bears, few presents
where he killed at
Ain't no pressure, he know I'ma stretch 'em
when he relax, it fill cap
Every time you rap, nobody feel that, bring it back
Freezer, let it sit like it's a meal prep, coastal bros
Three of em' back to back, like I'm Field Jack, come and go
Ain't no halfs, only wholes, this a real trap, local hoes
I use all they loads to send the weed back, yeah, yeah

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