Nickelus F

Nickelus F - Burning Bush lyrics

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Hey y’all the push broke out in the flames and then spoke

All the kings main gather round and took notes

It’s not what you’re sayin’ it’s all about your reproach

Slide up so much money, you make us, how much you owe?

I strip down my sound like a call bars for niggas

Pullin’ up more dirt and all bar nigga

Porsche our dealer lighters, spark of the switcher

Brain just make us mark don’t’ make a mark on the lipper

Big city and dreams out of it shake it and move it,

The air is dirty you could taste the pollution

I shook the snow grow, put it back on the book show,

And smack it to the bad room like look so

You gotta clean up, got you a suit, ‘cause the award just coming up

And I doubt you will lose,

The whole world is in attendance, watch it on you

This is your time and can’t nobody stop you but you

Now let’s get it!

Hook:

Now all we ever wanted was a shut now get it poppin’

When they say the little nigga couldn’t cut it,

So I kick the door when we broke the hand

Then we ran a little bit like f*ck it

And now them niggas lovin’ the way

F*ck you, f*ck you, bitch get above of my way

They don’t need you

This is fool for thought go and find the right dishes

I’ll feed my dishes of the light fishes

Twice as dishes, so I try and deny ..

So I spend the night sneakin’ with the prices right bitches

My life is in .. but they’re hiding my pedigree

Rolling that I need something to settle me

Holding back nothing I’ll let it go like you threaten me

And I really believe this stop polling on my weapon ..

Tolds rusty, knows gusty like a mark wing

And I offer my support like a craw been

We love to sleep with open eyes all praises to the mostly high

Know my eyes are spinned mostly high

And I know life is more than just, talking up and pouring up

Talented black and hope for the worries more bust

I made a deal signed it to blunt,

But I told what up, break the whole pie into pieces and we can sort it up

Hook:

Now all we ever wanted was a shut now get it poppin’

When they say the little nigga couldn’t cut it,

So I kick the door when we broke the hand

Then we ran a little bit like f*ck it

And now them niggas lovin’ the way

F*ck you, f*ck you, bitch get above of my way

They don’t need you

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