Atmosphere - Minnesota Nice lyrics

rate me

Chorus:

I don’t wanna be, I service you with a smirk,

I don’t wanna be, shoo you away like a fly!

I don’t wanna be, you might be bad, but I’m worse,

I'm So worse!

I don’t wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!

I don’t wanna be,

I’m staying fresh to death, mother fucker, check the kicks! pimpin' 101 homes

what the lesson is.

Man you’re real ugly and she's worse,

Who wants to volunteer to leave?

Me first!

Smelling like a platypus, feeling like a hippo,

See the girls scream soon as I step out the limo.

Just because we shared the same mic don't mean you're nice either,

really any shirt can be a wife beater

There go PROF flexin on them again

follow a couple gorgeous women and I holler them in

haul them, take them to the dollar store to part with their friends,

She'll be calling again, you can call it a win

All I do is do it, flossing in my Buick,

PROF get the club buck like, oh I’ll do it!

I grab a couple of bars, I’m living with the fist full,

Everybody all together now, blow the whistle.

It’s official, I’ve been made aware of the ratio,

Now all I care about is gears and felatio.

The soul of a man’s career when you’re casting all,

Control your battle drones and fly you off the patio

Everybody wants money off the microphone,

So they can just…and drop a Viper on some chrome.

But I’m the classiest beast of the trashiest,

I’m planning to exist on the streets of Minneapolis.

You know I’m the catalyst of world class lyricism,

Be glad that your chick is blasting this in her system!

She loves that… with the presentation,

Falling rap stars used to crash in her basement.

This year the flash dated six point five,

Head shots appear we’re making this joint puff

And affect once again my man.

now show some respect and shake gentlemen’s hand.

Ah, I’m like a breath of fresh air,

Sexy mother fucker with the longass hair.

I didn’t mean to be tasteless,

Just thought I take a second to explain my greatness.

I’m an example of how to step your game up,

Aim up, when I'm out hunting you lame ducks

Ride through my hood entertaining your sister,

Bass bumping old school, solo pair of Kickers

I’m trying to tell it like it T.I. is

I hope you catch on, what you know bout this?

I’m so bad, like a single parent mommy with her hair all did,

But her kids is looking sloppy

You can’t stop me, broke the breaks on this Chevy,

Moving fast, try to catch the homie Sep Sevy

It’s getting heavy, hit the gym to get my weight up,

It’s bigger than your block homeboy so throw your state up

Came up the hard way and put my name up,

Now why would anybody wanna hate Slug?

Straight up, your fake heart pumps snake blood

Fuck you and the space you take up

My eyes are red cause of life and death

I'll put my feet up on the table where they slice the bread

Boast and brag till my toe gets tagged, old man swag with a grocery bag

I go one for the road, two for the encore

Couple more make you feel like you’re holding down floor

You ain’t a whore cause they make money

You’re just a bum with somebody’s DNA on your tummy.

Ask your peers bout Atmosphere

Went to hell and got a souvenir rap career

Now I walk into the place with the grace of a John Deere,

And then your face got weird

Chorus:

I don’t wanna be, I service you with a smirk,

I don’t wanna be, show you the way like a fly!

I don’t wanna be, you might be bad, but I’m worse,

So worse!

I don’t wanna be, they call me Minnesota Nice!

I don’t wanna be, I’m staying fresh,

Thanks to madailui

Thanks to Jason Sarvey for correcting these lyrics

Thanks to Jim for correcting these lyrics