At My Best/56 Grams Lyrics - Nickelus F


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If a rap words
I’m at my best
Better if I had it all
I ask for less
You ain’t got shit
So we ask what’s next
Back
Reach in the sky
And grab a jet
With ma respect
I pop my lower jack
Could play a hijack
Been the taxi on the way
And grab it on the ride back
Cause in this vero region
Formim’ like a climax
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I strapped
You nigger may rather get my pad
For my eye pad
And
If she got that apple
I bet ya imac
I watched that thing giggle in 3D
Imax
She said she got the night
And to meet a man to tie that
Spell it like you cover in ilax
I like that
He’s paying jealous
Oh really
He help with the pain
I crush the …. mountains off
And everythings the same
I built up and nothing remains
But when you lost everything
There’s not enough to gain
Real words if I ever spoke some
O.G cush be ashes of the Phoenix
Rolls up
Roll bills around
Large to my nose nuggle
Fuck it off with the devil
………………………..
Anywhere I go
I got a hole in my dick
Know I don’t like it
I love that shit
I love that shit
I love that shit
Know I don’t like it
I love that shit
I got an aura that will blind you
Like a rush hour glass
Across the wind shield
Crush within the apple alive
They all can get killed
I was just a little boy
Riddin’ my pimp wheel
Now I’m the man
And I’m goin here like Smithfield
Y’all know about the Smithfield house
A suddlefull greens pack macarony and …..
Rice put it in bigfeet
Baby onions liver
Put it a turkey kneckbow
And deepfry to …….
Got to visit my grandmama
She ain’t dead she alive
It just lives forever
Since I stopped by
Nima forgive me
I’ve been outta of my grammar
That keeps me write about my money
That’s…. the tops
I’m smokin’ on live
With the hommies
Riddin run yallow
Fuck the police
My man Rodo
Has got turned off
Now your best friend will come your ……..
Even at my worst
I’m better than ya
The heaven the weep
I headed the law
It pimped me high way
Await me by the canves
So you can bet
I get respects like directors
Cause where my fingers itch
You can get here with a clicker stinger teeth
All the thing you keepin shit
No ratatata
Just bloop
Cause I don’t like repeatin’ shit
I’m sorry and if I am the liquer shots
Treat for here
If you twisten up
I need a hits
Fuckers this I’m seein’ shit
I take another hit
A deeper shit
Time to bring this shit
Fucker it you can keep it with
But you know
I hold it down
Every damn day
Damn
Throws on the groud
No tears no ………..
Imma got up the all world up
Up in my sound
No want to cry
I need you to survive for me
To release the pain
Off changin some ……
Fuckin’ cops my shoes my power smoke
You have like 12 strokes of powerfull
But you called wifies
We call our hoes
Why we call classes
You calls us hoe
I got 56 grams of the sour
Runnin’ through this shit like is some brandy
That’s a high class low life
High class low life
High class low life
I saved a thousand for this bottle of the m….
Pour it out on bitches
Like its barry
That’s a high class low life
High class low life
High class low life
They should have never left them
Niggers in the back
Get money
They don’t know how to act
Rock on
Party cause know how to act
Rock on
Should have never left them
Niggers in the back
Get money
They don’t know how to act
Rock on
Party cause know how to act
Rock on
Hater
Watch as I drive my nuts
Witch cars with hoes
I got lipstick on my colour bones
Stunt on theses niggers
Rockin’ lots of gold
Spin
I’m jakcin’
Throw that papare at my mama home
When the a…… foe I rub that
You should know
Cause very few make it out
But I’m manuver dog
She threw the pool at the house
Gotta let that cuttie know
I grown now
I take you know
I graduated the booty hole
I’m jockin’ but I’m not
Smockin’ on that pot
You know what I’m about
Murder her
Doin you
Comin up in ride
Imma gonna twist this summer up
We gonna take the skies
I don’t rap bitch
You ain’t never been in this high
You never can go back to that guy
But you what you like
With this guy
Twistin up the hastin’
My braces
Like fishfry
Figures acting fishy
We like clips fly
I got 56 grams of sour
Runnin’ through this shit like is some brandy
That’s high class low life
High class low life
High class low life
I picked a thousand
For this bottle for the movie
Throw out on bitches like its barry
That’s high class low life
High class low life
High class low life
They should have never left them
Niggers in the back
Get money
They don’t know how to act
Ohh
They don’t know how to act



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