(Quipto)
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I¡¯m the new Jack Nino
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On my own like C-Lo
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Got carried away
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Married to this game when I eloped
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Gone, imma take it further I¡¯ll learn her
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Soon as I turn her out
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And there¡¯ll be no doubt that she¡¯ll be flippin like a burger
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Now I¡¯m just a two-steppin, Hugh Heffin¡¯
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Gotta watch for these groupies pull flukies
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just to get you naked
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But imma a spit it, rap it
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Til a young cat livin lavish
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Your homeboy itch the scratch-it
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I tell him get established, lean back
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Trip off how they react
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Nicky for strictly
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Just for the sticky like the tree sap
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Trixie got them
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I let the beat blast time is money
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Til then just miss me spit them lies Ta Dummies
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Im genuine medicine, practice on my ettiquite
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Represent the president Edison, feel to the elements (huh)
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Your feelin trapped like a rat in a race
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But slappin 5 cause a true rap cat in the place
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Blow the purple, If not baby walk like Hershel
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She can walk, run, long-jump, hurdle
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Just leave the circle
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Back on the blade after macin on stage
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Don¡¯t hate cause I¡¯m this
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Tradin places wit me
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Your livin days like a week
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Every single toes on your feet
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Gon¡¯ busy workin the streets
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The co-co concrete
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I got a plan it¡¯s get in and get out
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And all my homies know what im talking about
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Th-Th-Th-Thizz out
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(Nickatina)
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Man im classified a spitta in the game
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I get the issue and the tissue
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And don¡¯t cry about the fame
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I spit a dart right through your heart
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And see my life will come apart
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I like to party in the dark
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So baby how you gonna start?
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The music¡¯s loud, I kick it live
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and this is federal
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So prime time
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half the time you open wide
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and my reflection¡¯s in your eyes
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it¡¯s like the liquor on the counter
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makin money by the hour
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getting cleaner than a shower
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standin out just like a flower
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get the flavor for the fantasy
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you know it¡¯s me I¡¯m greedy
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no more hidin in the clubs
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because the bitches say they see me
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I be chewin on the doublemint sometimes its spearmint
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I say I got a bottom but the hoes aint hearin it
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I talk a lot of shit man spit the mix
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Mint flavor in this rhyme
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¡°I seen you hella times but Nicky T your hard to find¡±
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Freak I¡¯m never in a hurry, rollin getting money
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I can see it in your eyes you like to spit these lies Ta Dummies
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Man even when I¡¯m quiet you can see your boss talker
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My new turn out she got some ??? in the walker
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She¡¯s rare as a flyin sauca, so I¡¯ts gonna cost ya
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And if I neva had ya then I certainly neva lost ya
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Your killin me, freak who you wanna be?
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Holla at the G-O-D, hey Nicky T
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Carnology
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Tell Dat Ta Dummies
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Andre Nickatina |