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Correct Drug Lord Couture Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Nick Grant] The new king now watch a nigga spazz The school of hard knocks, you niggas skipping class You fake, bumping Trey the only time your trigger blast Talking you through the present time I got the gift of gab Jewelry swinging like a freak couple I got a hoe fetish Wide body Ferrari look bowlegged, we go-getters Niggas that you admire acknowledge me, its prophecy No shame cocaine white as the dress on the bride to be Pimpin’, promote the pussy like she signed to me Nicole Scherzinger nigga, nina on my lap Here's my squirt finger, bloaw how you like me now Niggas telling’ on the crowd, where the fuck is the morale (wow) [Hook] I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love This is for the hustler in you [Verse 2: Nick Grant] Damn it feels good to see people up on it First rap deal, gave it back didn’t want it Your style is haunted, with ghostwriters in your corner I’m disappointed, how silent killers turn informant At your door like the Mormons, peep how bitches adore him I make em freeze like when a nigga scared of performing Understand it, fuck with me and up your standards You tryna freak Nick, baby, I’m out in Atlanta (uhh) Lift as you climb my nigga they couldn’t carry us Said we wouldn’t make it 'til we broke down the barriers These niggas name dropping pussy who u marrying Alienate us, send 51 niggas to your area (blaow) [Hook] I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love This is for the hustler in you [Verse 3: Nick Grant] Fuck the drama man I’m so beyond it All I do is move around, I don’t know confinement Never had a high but know my bitches roll the finest I’m just so honest, get behind her like I’m photobombing This the life I’m posed’ to live, tell a hoe don’t comment Yellow gold like a wine-o’s eye rolls of jaundice Slick, you’ll never catch it flows are ultrasonic They over grinding, selling blow like a nose with sinus Where I’m from, they pull out quick, here i come Like the wool out, they wasn't 'bout static But never run Blast out, hit gas than mash out Seeing through your favorite rapper like he riding glass house (blaow) [Hook] I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love I do it all for the love This is for the hustler in you
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