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Nicholas Hunt
Nicholas Hunt
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Lyrics

(Uh-uh, yeah) (Uh-uh, woah) (Uh-uh, yeah) Bitch-bitch-bitch, I'm the one Fuck around then it's done, like a tommy gun Boy you better run, better run (uh, yeah) You better run (uh-uh) yeah, you better run (yeah) I said motherfuck my enemies Don't make shit for me, got 'em on retreat Running with the team, it's a breeze Yeah baby, that's on me (uh-uh) Yeah (uh) that's on me I said motherfuck my enemies Don't make shit for me, got 'em on retreat Running with the team, it's a breeze Yeah baby, that's on me Yeah (uh-uh) that's on me (Yeah, uh, yeah) Alright, bust it down like okay Been doing this like all day Don't fuck around, no foreplay Dropping off like, no way Bringing it back to the bank Rolling it up till it stank Levelling up in the ranks Homies pull up in the tanks We pulling in the flanks We'll get you boy, this ain't no toy, there ain't no joy (nah) I've been a monster, we eating lobster, so don't act coy (yeah) A state of danger, see what you're made of, no one to save you We only major in misbehaviors and major paper I said motherfuck my enemies Don't make shit for me, got 'em on retreat Running with the team, it's a breeze Yeah baby, that's on me (uh-uh) Yeah (uh) that's on me I said motherfuck my enemies Don't make shit for me, got 'em on retreat Running with the team, it's a breeze Yeah baby, that's on me Yeah (uh-uh) that's on me
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