Nice & Good

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No-No, No Days Off, No Days Off, No Days Off
 Ayy
 Step off the block and I'm feelin' nice
 True say I find her appealin'
 I took a U-turn just to pree that twice
 In the wap 'til a G baptized
 Step off the block, and I'm feelin' good (good)
 Now I got six tryna link me
 It's fair to say that I overbooked (I did)
 We do not show the crooks
 Step on your block and the food ain't shit
 Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit
 All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit
 Your drip's meady and them shoes ain't it
 Step on your block and your goons ain't shit
 Closest range, swing that shit
 All the stogies that you bill don't hit
 Weakest piff, bin that shit
 You already know what the brand is
 So overlooked, but they don't understand it
 But understand I'm a bandit
 I'm takin' they lamb, and I'm makin' a banquet (ayy)
 All for the love of the mandem
 Know that closed hands never got no plate (no plate)
 That's the reason we up all late with V in the T doin' up gourmet
 But, but maybe-maybe, I might rock the boat on my Jones like Davy
 I might catch a flight to the coast that made me
 The diamonds from Naij' and the gold's from Haiti
 I'm in awe how they all fugazi, and yet they're all gazin' at us
 Now 5-0 tryna look at us crazy 'cause S went and came in a mask
 'Cah I come in that bally (bally), shank in my hand, I don't need no swamy (no)
 Linked up with Knucks my tug, now the consumers happy (squa')
 How did it end like that? Damn, what a performance, mess
 True, I tapped that poorly, now goin' back for revenge in the leg (redemption)
 Why they love talk on my team? (How?)
 Why they love talk on my set? (Why?)
 2020 EST., it was last year that you touched the ends
 Insta's a sheg, see it real life, and she hurt my head (my head)
 And again and again, and again and again and again
 Ayy, step off the block, and I'm feelin' nice
 True say I find her appealin'
 I took a U-turn just to pree that twice
 In the wap 'til a G baptized
 Step off the block, and I'm feelin' good (good)
 Now I got six tryna link me
 It's fair to say that I overbooked (too many)
 We do not show the crooks
 Step on your block and the food ain't shit
 Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit
 All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit
 Your drip's meady and them shoes ain't it
 Step on your block and your goons ain't shit
 Closest range, swing that shit
 All the stogies that you bill don't hit (quiet)
 Weakest piff, bin that shit
 Look, she met the myth
 Two-two talk, now she all in my brain (brain)
 Demon witch (demon)
 You don't wanna judge that chick
 Largest back, but the movement's stiff (hefty)
 Doors opened, I was pissed
 Man, I wish I got stuck in that lift (I wish, I wish, I wish)
 Your girl said that I work wonders
 She breathe heavy when I rub that clit (yeah)
 Why she love teef my jumpers?
 You're not my wife, you're just a hit
 Smash, dip (dip)
 Then I go do it again (again and again)
 Bust my nut, I'ma be gone by the count of ten
 They ain't hoes if you count on them
 Only count on my accountant
 Run the amount, split it out then send (send that)
 When I get rowdy, allow me
 Really bring smoke to your house like blem (blem)
 They get love with we out of ends (you know)
 It's funny how the last trip ended
 The girl said, "Splendid" and wan' be friends
 I said, "Cool, but it all depends"
 You know say Knuckles is bougie
 She wanna be bredrins, she wanna be roomies (uh-huh, uh-huh)
 It's groovy, it's groovy, powers like Austin, we watchin' the movie (baby)
 Shorty wanna do Lil Uzi
 Said, "Choose me, all my friends are dead" (dead)
 Got high, and I slide like Toosie, in the coochie then I went to bed
 Ayy, step off the block, and I'm feelin' nice
 True say I find her appealin'
 I took a U-turn just to pree that twice
 In the wap 'til a G baptised
 Step off the block, and I'm feelin' good (good)
 Now I got six tryna link me
 It's fair to say that I overbooked (too many)
 We do not show the crooks
 Step on your block and the food ain't shit (it ain't)
 Your car ain't shit, your crew ain't shit
 All the lil' moves that you do ain't shit
 Your drip's meady and them shoes ain't it
 Step on your block and your goons ain't shit
 Closest range, swing that shit (swing it)
 All the stogies that you bill don't hit (quiet)
 Weakest piff, bin that shit
 ♪
 Like, I remember, boom, when I got-
 When I got given the verdict by the judge
 He was like, "Boom, like it's past the custody threshold
 We're gonna have to send you to jail innit" (yeah)
 'Cause of what the thing was
 

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Duration
03:57
Key
11
Tempo
135 BPM

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