Correction Paroles NA$TII ። JAIL TALK ፡ ፦ ፧ ። PR0P4NE CANDY FLIP par NASTII

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Verse 1: Na$tii
You ain’t on cause of yo talent
Boy you d**k ride
Listen thru yo songs and I was laughing
Get yo sh*t right
I been on that riot sh*t that violence
What incite
How you catch an ego talking big
When you got lil hype

Steady making hits
And been smoking in abundance
I can’t stand the f**kery
And all them bad a**umptions
Blasting all my sh*t until that speaker give concussions
And if we seeing12 come we kill em by dozen

Stay hating on the gully kid
But yo girl f**k w my music
Got problems with control
If I like it I abuse it
Hit em in his stomach
Leaving bruises and contusions
And I’m smoking Russian cream
But that blunt looking bigger than a Cuban
80x put me under the grid
When the bell ring she gonna cover gully in spit
Kick handle in so we can go and plunder the crib
If you owe that’s some sh*t
I don’t simply forget
I need a cigarette
Now pa** the razer blade
Been here for a second
You want smoke then you gon fade away
Take it day to day only seconds till we all decay
Now single file everybody never misbehave

Thumbing through the rubbish
Where the diamonds at
Tell me where you find me at ?
Ready with the polish
At the exit but the timings past
You ain’t really built to last
You ain’t really ten toes
Leaking from the gash
Money froze now you exposed
I got optimism but the gla** is coloured Melrose
You ain’t really want it but you cop before the sale close
Now they selling tons but my brothers still in jail clothes

Hook: Na$tii
Grab the guillotine let it go until the jail close x4

I can’t see the face, but i know it got a pale glow
Bomb they limousine wrap they bodies like a pharaoh
They can feel the squeeze just remember not to let go x2

Verse 2: Na$tii

I cracked my lips
I take drag I rolled some hash in it
Spinning of a fifth a federale how im taxing sh*t
I ain’t gonna quit i shoot a badge till I’m a terrorist
I ain’t even real I’m just a mirror up to a narcissist

You ain’t really gripping you a sweaty palm pacifist
I been steady in it you ain’t even started spawning yet
Vietcong vet you a house pet
I can’t even see you roaches scatter
Once the light set

Roll my landlord in a blunt and get to smoking
Poison out the frogs back needles get to poking
Bleaching out my skin in the love seat while it soak in
Saying all that sh*t now you claiming u misspoken

9-5 you serving so you don’t get 25 life
Now you f**king p*ssed off
All you wanna do is fight
Bobby where the kids at
Bobby where that f**king wife
Bobby in the suburbs grabbed a knife and stabbed a hunnid times
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