NO NXME - Thug Talk (Visualizer)

No Nxme - Thug Talk (LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION)
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Lyrics:
Love you when your up
Leave you when your down
But karma is a bitch I know that she gon come around
When I was locked out of sight
I was really out of mind
All this shit these rappers spit about I swear I really I did a thousand times
Started with a ounce of white
Turned it to bricks
I was there for a thousand nights servin the nights
You wasn’t with me I was out on the strip
Taking risks with my life but wna ride when I’m swerving the whip
I be burning on my spliff
burner on my hip
If u ain’t heard of what I did
I’m known for bursting of my stick
Broad day or late night I know you heard of the kid
I’m tryna kill the game before I cause a murder In this bitch
Full clips
Due to leave a mess
Beretta 9 milli or the 38 spesh
Spit the truth in the booth I ain’t dead nutn yet
Still aim at your neck
I give a fuck about a bulletproof vest
Know these haters wanna see me lose my breath
I’m working hard with no rest
See this heart in my chest so real
Finesse a whole brick n dish it out with no deals
Now I’m eating whole meals (wholemeal) cah I’m breaking all this bread
In the pen
Writing til the ink was runnin out my pen
Smoking leng
starin at my ceilin layin in my bed
I stay blessed I can feel my hater prayin on my death
But I can’t pay attention to em til they pay they respect
Flashbacks of puttin coke in the Rex
Told my mother don’t stress
Told my brothers I’ll be home in a sec
N when I’m home u best know I be rollin correct
Load my pole they tryna put holes in my head
I was raised in the slum
Really moving bate with my gun
I’m in the T House breaking down grub
I’m seeing money in the dust so I scrape the crumbs
In my hood u catch a tan without laying in the sun
19 sellin bricks I was really fuckin with the plug
Chasing funds
Conversations bout the sums
Pushin 5-10 in a month
Hid the drugs from my mum until she 100 Bagz in the drum
I was having clean runs
Guarantee my bujj run clean
Used to run it on my own with no team
Get the white 28 sell it for 33
5 whole ones n 5 KGs in Ozs
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Rich the kid I don’t ever let my plug walk
They call it real rap but really it’s some thug talk
It’s a war in these streets now it’s some bloodsport
Really grew up in it why I get it out the mud for
Eye for a eye
Went to jail I came home the worlds gone blind
Bloodaz tellin me to shine
Put some focus in my mind
Bout to make it now it’s all in due time

[@RYAN-no8mz]

🔥 lit bro 💯

[@rob_star9690]

So hard bro always litt keep doing ur ting 💪🔥💯

[@BLOCCBOYZENT]

One of the hardest to do it

[@nabilt6535]

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[@unknownok7909]

🇧🇩🇧🇩

[@adziana]

hardd

[@RYAN-no8mz]

🔥 lit bro 💯

[@Jay-yr9ey]

coldd

[@KamiHaze]

🔥 has this bruva shrunk? Was taller with mask on

[@grd7137]

He was just a big yout for his age when he first started dropping tunes 😂

[@chaser8652]

who got a link for the song when he said trapping on the park bench