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Nick-otine Cedes

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Am I crazy or a genius?
Please enlighten me cause I don't know the difference
Should I cut her off? Should I keep it?
I'm the boss baby sorry that's just business
I'm so wavy, I'm Pacific, If I wanna be specific
Ima kill it, John Wick it
Let me tell you 'bout these bitches
Lemme tell you 'bout these bitches
Who be lookin like some angels but they really so wicked
They be handin you an apple, you ain't thinkin you just bit it

But she got it from a serpent and I'm curtain, so just listen
You thought that she was flirting
No this isn't tennis but these bitches they be serving you some lies
Yuh, they be servin u some

You ain't notice you wanted a taste but then you got to eatin
the apple she gave you like Garden of Eden
You felt for the trap just like Adam and (Eve)n if you weren't focused on magic she worked on you like hocus pocus
Maybe you'd notice the apple was poison
You had your chance, you ain't even know it, yuh

She picked up the apple cause that shit was venomous
She on the hunt to find who her next victim is
Damn Nick that's some deep shit
I know, I know

Fly up in the sky
You get second hand high
Just by listening to this kid spit like I'm tasting shit
Y'all ain't even in the game so we can't even scrimmage bitch
On player shit
Religious bitch I hit it missionary
Marchin with my crew we got some guns like military
I've been on a roll like bicycles but y'all are stationary
I got take over, let the competition vary
Cause I'm all about that green, talking money and the weed
Take a stand against the man, like U.S.A I'm Revolutionary
Only (One Direction) that I'm going's up
Got Styles little Harry like a buzz cut
I'm an open book I take the locks off
Still can't read me cause you know Ima step up on your block
Knock your socks off, I got all my dogs out
Hunt you like some blood hounds
All these bands that I Count, Feeling like I'm Dracula I got a taste for blood now

Damn, Nick-otine Cedes be catchin buzzes
I guess I'm a little high now, Ima take the high route
Smoking while I'm driving got this gas now
Your bitch is the joint she gettin passed 'round
Sleeping with this bitches till I pass out
Like a loose leaf I got paper now
I knock the competition out like loose teeth
I do the impossible like Tom I gotta Cruise g

But now she wanna ship because I'm wavy
At this point I don't know if I'm stoned or lazy
She be stayin at my crib cause she my baby
Y'all are crying and complaining
I can't let that shit affect my beauty sleep
But y'all are sleeping on me, so how the f*ck you ugly?
So disgusting gotta look the other way
But I won't turn my back on homies who was with me when we started us the wave
Before it caused us a tsunami
Can't share my shit with everybody bitch I ain't a Commy
I'm the OG, y'all are copies
Spittin fax this ain't a printer
Only green lights, you can't stop me
I've got all this gas like Nazis

(Oh shit)
Woah, I know I gotta slow my roll and watch my mouth
I've gotta clean it out like mouthwash
Gotta wash it out, I'm flossing out these rappers that I ate
I feel like Dahmer now, a monster how I kill um like a mobster
On a roll just like a lobster

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