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Nice For What Freestyle Lyrics - Artist : SABA
I wanna know who mothafuckin' representin' in here tonight
Hold on, hold on I keep lettin' you back in (lettin' you back in) How can I, explain myself? Care for me, care for me, you said you'd care for me There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me (Murda on the beat) Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? Care for me, care for me, I know you care for me (A song for y'all to cut up to, you know?) There for me, there for me, said you'd be there for me (yeah) Cry for me, cry for me, you said you'd die for me Give to me, give to me, why won't you live for me? I'm about to change my lines tell 'em adios Pivot gang down for life, Shawty Lo Aye, run this shit untill I get a charlie horse Aye, fe fe on the block she look like mardi gras Aye, married to this shit I mean that's common law Kinda raw plus I got that soul like a commodore Aye, commandeer I'm about to take this shit back Aye, at yo' head you 'bout to get yo' head snatched Aye, what they do for cash look like fear factor Aye, but I ride 'round 'em surround 'em like I'm Cleopatra Rack it up, rack it up I just got paid at the show this shit addin' up Thinking of packin' up Like I could retire right now and they had enough I had my managers, I tell 'em we should go U.S. to Canada They hit me back like 'Saba consider' but then they calendar Shout out the el illest Shout out the critics who wait for the beat to drop Shout out TheNeedleDrop Don't care what you writin' 'cuz I know that we on top If that show up, then how he up when you ain't up? My dirty vans, I just clocked in I'm on this work I panoramic, see the bigger picture first I Ray J in the booth, because I hit it first Just did another right now records give us merch Boy, all I drop is classics in my city merch Can't lie, I'm pretty public for an introvert Didn't cry, I'm right back to it if it didn't work And I, look like I serve the block I know you heard the todd The greatest, I soon to occur to ya We never heard of ya Murda on the beat but I'm not a murderer I'm who you learn about History repeat and I feel it's like so many me's Niggas talking we hear bits and piece And it look like dinner, it's a feast Middle finger to the CPD Yelling "free my niggas" 'till they free I don't wanna kick it in the street They can catch a boot like Tennessee Tell 'em paid in full like Eric B And I'm telling you to care for me |
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