Nickelus F

Nickelus F - At My Best (56 Grams) lyrics

rate me

If a rap words

I'm at my best

Better if I had it all

I ask for less

You ain't got shit

So we ask what's next

Back

Reach in the sky

And grab a jet

With ma respect

I pop my lower jack

Could play a hijack

Been the taxi on the way

And grab it on the ride back

Cause in this vero region

Formim' like a climax

I strapped

You nigger may rather get my pad

For my eye pad

And

If she got that apple

I bet ya imac

I watched that thing giggle in 3D

Imax

She said she got the night

And to meet a man to tie that

Spell it like you cover in ilax

I like that

He's paying jealous

Oh really

He help with the pain

I crush the .... mountains off

And everythings the same

I built up and nothing remains

But when you lost everything

There's not enough to gain

Real words if I ever spoke some

O.G cush be ashes of the Phoenix

Rolls up

Roll bills around

Large to my nose nuggle

Fuck it off with the devil

.............................

Anywhere I go

I got a hole in my dick

Know I don't like it

I love that shit

I love that shit

I love that shit

Know I don't like it

I love that shit

I got an aura that will blind you

Like a rush hour glass

Across the wind shield

Crush within the apple alive

They all can get killed

I was just a little boy

Riddin' my pimp wheel

Now I'm the man

And I'm goin here like Smithfield

Y'all know about the Smithfield house

A suddlefull greens pack macarony and .....

Rice put it in bigfeet

Baby onions liver

Put it a turkey kneckbow

And deepfry to .......

Got to visit my grandmama

She ain't dead she alive

It just lives forever

Since I stopped by

Nima forgive me

I've been outta of my grammar

That keeps me write about my money

That's.... the tops

I'm smokin' on live

With the hommies

Riddin run yallow

Fuck the police

My man Rodo

Has got turned off

Now your best friend will come your ........

Even at my worst

I'm better than ya

The heaven the weep

I headed the law

It pimped me high way

Await me by the canves

So you can bet

I get respects like directors

Cause where my fingers itch

You can get here with a clicker stinger teeth

All the thing you keepin shit

No ratatata

Just bloop

Cause I don't like repeatin' shit

I'm sorry and if I am the liquer shots

Treat for here

If you twisten up

I need a hits

Fuckers this I'm seein' shit

I take another hit

A deeper shit

Time to bring this shit

Fucker it you can keep it with

But you know

I hold it down

Every damn day

Damn

Throws on the groud

No tears no ...........

Imma got up the all world up

Up in my sound

No want to cry

I need you to survive for me

To release the pain

Off changin some ......

Fuckin' cops my shoes my power smoke

You have like 12 strokes of powerfull

But you called wifies

We call our hoes

Why we call classes

You calls us hoe

I got 56 grams of the sour

Runnin' through this shit like is some brandy

That's a high class low life

High class low life

High class low life

I saved a thousand for this bottle of the m....

Pour it out on bitches

Like its barry

That's a high class low life

High class low life

High class low life

They should have never left them

Niggers in the back

Get money

They don't know how to act

Rock on

Party cause know how to act

Rock on

Should have never left them

Niggers in the back

Get money

They don't know how to act

Rock on

Party cause know how to act

Rock on

Hater

Watch as I drive my nuts

Witch cars with hoes

I got lipstick on my colour bones

Stunt on theses niggers

Rockin' lots of gold

Spin

I'm jakcin'

Throw that papare at my mama home

When the a...... foe I rub that

You should know

Cause very few make it out

But I'm manuver dog

She threw the pool at the house

Gotta let that cuttie know

I grown now

I take you know

I graduated the booty hole

I'm jockin' but I'm not

Smockin' on that pot

You know what I'm about

Murder her

Doin you

Comin up in ride

Imma gonna twist this summer up

We gonna take the skies

I don't rap bitch

You ain't never been in this high

You never can go back to that guy

But you what you like

With this guy

Twistin up the hastin'

My braces

Like fishfry

Figures acting fishy

We like clips fly

I got 56 grams of sour

Runnin' through this shit like is some brandy

That's high class low life

High class low life

High class low life

I picked a thousand

For this bottle for the movie

Throw out on bitches like its barry

That's high class low life

High class low life

High class low life

They should have never left them

Niggers in the back

Get money

They don't know how to act

Ohh

They don't know how to act

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