Celly
Bru x Novel x Nick Nash
Equals 06 Rick Nash
Deke ya whole team out, scream out fuck you baud
Tendy lookin' Swiss cheese, stare at the celly
Look at the jelly, jealous we jammin'
Zealously scammin', smoking evergreen
Put me in a trebuchet to the Everglades
This penny wage can't support me, oh poor me
Donate to me, bitch, Three 6
In the Sennheiser, been the wiser, since incisors
Grown, I been grown, finally home
Dining below after the livest of shows
Lava the level, dive in dat pussy
Competition would die for dat pussy
Why Imma make it, my eyes naked
Everything so clear to me now, never was fearing these crowds
Lyrics, be airing it out, arrogant style, Flair's wild
Nature, boi, this ain't ya boi
This ain't ya mans, no shaking hands
If you take to Gram to talk about it
Bake the gram, into something wholesome
Whole grain or something, make rain in summer
Spring in fall, heat the winter, they can bleep and enter, Hell
Sweltering, bells and whistles can't save you
Soul sale for fame and pushas still hate you
What's ya angle? I'm just doing what they can't do
Tryna hit Cancun with my mid June born bitch
Aw shit, aw yeah, it's our year, ye
Bru x Novel x Nick Nash
Equals 06 Rick Nash
Deke ya whole team out, scream out fuck you baud
Tendy lookin' Swiss cheese, stare at the celly
Bru x Novel x Nick Nash
Equals 06 Rick Nash
Deke ya whole team out, scream out fuck you baud
Tendy lookin' Swiss cheese, stare at the celly
Stare at the celly
Stare at the celly
Stare at the celly
Equals 06 Rick Nash
Deke ya whole team out, scream out fuck you baud
Tendy lookin' Swiss cheese, stare at the celly
Look at the jelly, jealous we jammin'
Zealously scammin', smoking evergreen
Put me in a trebuchet to the Everglades
This penny wage can't support me, oh poor me
Donate to me, bitch, Three 6
In the Sennheiser, been the wiser, since incisors
Grown, I been grown, finally home
Dining below after the livest of shows
Lava the level, dive in dat pussy
Competition would die for dat pussy
Why Imma make it, my eyes naked
Everything so clear to me now, never was fearing these crowds
Lyrics, be airing it out, arrogant style, Flair's wild
Nature, boi, this ain't ya boi
This ain't ya mans, no shaking hands
If you take to Gram to talk about it
Bake the gram, into something wholesome
Whole grain or something, make rain in summer
Spring in fall, heat the winter, they can bleep and enter, Hell
Sweltering, bells and whistles can't save you
Soul sale for fame and pushas still hate you
What's ya angle? I'm just doing what they can't do
Tryna hit Cancun with my mid June born bitch
Aw shit, aw yeah, it's our year, ye
Bru x Novel x Nick Nash
Equals 06 Rick Nash
Deke ya whole team out, scream out fuck you baud
Tendy lookin' Swiss cheese, stare at the celly
Bru x Novel x Nick Nash
Equals 06 Rick Nash
Deke ya whole team out, scream out fuck you baud
Tendy lookin' Swiss cheese, stare at the celly
Stare at the celly
Stare at the celly
Stare at the celly
Credits
Writer(s): Bruce Vanegas
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