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Correct Nyctophilia Lyrics
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Denzel Curry
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See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S Ain't no rich nigga, no bitch nigga But I'll still take a rich nigga's bitch Bitch you clocking on, she jocking off, she topping off the whole Era clique That pussy drip, but none of my Pros had touched the clit That shit must hurt, but karma hurt way worse So I hope some nigga ain't fucking my bitch while I'm out here doing this verse While I'm out here doing my dirt While I'm out here putting in work While I'm out here copping some work While I'm out here let me hit Kirk Let me see if these niggas really, really want war 'Cause I heard these niggas really, really be soft And I hurt these niggas if I heard these niggas really, really had beef with any of my niggas But I ain't no killer I'm apex, see I ate my set Put the Pro first 'cause you know we vets R.I.P. S-T-double E-Z, yes And you know it's easy, yes It's D-I-M-E-Z They like D-I-M-E-Z throw the pussy at your boi So I never have to fiend I'm too real for you Showing off my skills for you I finished this verse at 1 AM so I called this Nyctophilia Finish up scorpion Reactions as a tortoise Where my reinforcements step into your fortress Ol' Dirty Bastard, you are nothing to an orphan preaching to Picasso How to make the pieces of your portrait A little bit less square The motherfucking father figure 'Cause I'm the best here Comparing yourself to me, you niggas ain't thinking right Buddy you Sierra Mist That's compared to dirty Sprite I'm the future of this shit, I ain't talking future twice Shout out to PEDs, these niggas ain't physically fit Me and Dyemond and Nyck, running through hoes like the six Ex-tend your arm, 'cause I rap from the pit So it's a must that all of my niggas drop gangsta shit You LT to the death of me Give a fuck about the black and white You could be a zebra combined with a referee See now nigga that's real abrupt Rip this shit for Nyck so I guess it's Nyctophilia I say, who the fuck is this? Nycky bitch, don't ever doubted Me and Dyemond dropping diamonds, under pressure 'till we sprouted that That's a flower out the concrete I see you cowards talking Comedy, but in person y'all want harmony And that shit don't make no sense Y'all just bother me, you ain't got no heart, no artery And why would I waste my art on garbage with no fucking artistry? So on that note switch the topic I ain't brushing on it any longer I see my future, you ain't even know I'm ready for it Drop my woman for these milestones that I'm reaching Plus she need some time to grow Now who I'm lying to? She just keep on texting, but who the fuck replying? It ain't me, I cut these strings She's a puppet, I'm implying that it's nothing I won't hold my breath to find another interruption I don't mean to trip, but what I've seen is just disgusting So I keep it raw then fuck a broad that got the common interest And then it's right back to the music, my regards But I toss them when I'm finished Treat these women like cigar Clips, Nycky in the present just ain't feeling ya Deleted that text at 2 AM so I call this Nyctophilia Nyctophilia, that Nyctophilia Gimme that neck when I got my check These hoes ain't really feeling ya See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S See it's the motherfucking S-L-A-C-K-A-S
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