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Nimstarr - Nikes (Lyrics) ft. kid toni
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Rhys Christian
Rhys Christian
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Lyrics

Yeah
They ain’t even ready for this
Alright
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Woo
They don’t really ever wanna test me
No
All bitches wanna do is impress me
Yeah
Balling on my city, pull flexy
Flex
Puerto Rican bitch, she sexy
Oooo
Ice so cold, we frozen
Froze
Flying international oceans
Damn
Got celebrations we toasting
Toasting
Doors closed, now they open
Woo
Back on my bullshit, I’m back here again and I ain’t ever think about stopping
No
They finna’ talk, but it really don’t phase me, cause they the ones going dick hopping
Facts
Take off the top, got my head in the sky, got these bitches all singing head knocking
Yeah
I’m making moves, while these others stay still, but I’m fine wit’ it, bitch keep on watching
Move
I been the same since like nighty nine
Bitch it’s my turn you can wait in line
You stay with yours and I’ll stay with mine
Cause my shit look better like all the time
Check on my wrist it say Audemar
Bitch take a picture like Dora Maar
Hit it, then baby it’s Au Revior
Flexing, I look like a superstar
They don’t really ever wanna test me
No
All bitches wanna do is impress me
Yeah
Balling on my city, pull flexy
Flex
Puerto Rican bitch, she sexy
Oooo
Ice so cold, we frozen
Froze
Flying international oceans
Damn
Got celebrations we toasting
Toasting
Doors closed, now they open
Woo
They like Jimmy Lewis you basic
But I don’t really fuck with that hate shit
So don’t come around with that fake shit
Cause I promise that’s some mistake shit
Like Mona Lisa I’m a master piece
Hit from Ibiza, to the land of Greece
J Ceasar, I’m dictator Rhys
I please her, and then I please the streets
Time is money, so I ain’t wasting time
Spend some shit, but I don’t waste a dime
Love me now, she wanna taste of mine
Now I tell that bitch, she gotta wait in line
Got a state of mind, it’s like Hov’s kind
I was seeing blind, but now I’m seeing fine
Rap’s refined, I got a new design
They wouldn’t wait for me, so now they left behind
Hit a beat, I got raw bars
Can’t feel her feet, she on all fours
I was in the street, to make small scores
Now I sell in stores, and do grand tours
Caught the flame, like I’m a wide receiver
And my heart so cold, like it was in the freezer
All my new shit sick, I must’ve caught a fever
They don’t fuck with me, and I don’t blame em’ either
Sleeping on me, that was old news
Draking homie, got big views
Hip Hop, rap with a side of blues
I’m too used to winning so now I can’t lose
You was doubting like the rest of ‘em
Now I’m bright just like the best of ‘em
Rap potential, went influential
But the best to come, I’m just testing ‘em
You act man, but you half a ****
Pull in bands, I can’t half it ****
Do these shows, I’m just racking figures
Say you on, but what happened ****?
Breathin’ fire, Iet the dragon free
And I been ballin’ hard, like I live on the three
I been changin’ flows, but I’m still stayin’ me
A living icon, you just wait and see
Yeah
Yeah
A living icon, you just wait and see,
Written by: Rhys Christian
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