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Nexxxt Up (feat. Fuego Don) Video (MV)




Performed By: A the Kidd
Language: English
Length: 2:10
Written by: Arthur Mustardo




A the Kidd - Nexxxt Up (feat. Fuego Don) Lyrics




Yeah, lean, lean, lean, lean
Kidd in this bitch, ya dig, ha ha, slatt!

Dropped outta school I was trappin'
I had a dream to get rich off of rappin'
I had a bitch say I can't and was laughin'
Sucked on my dick 3 years later, I snapped it
Countin' my blessings, I swear that I'm next
I see 'em talkin' about what I flex
How the f*ck A the Kidd shine on his neck?
Look at the time it went by pretty fast
I used to sit in the back of the class, writin' some shit wit a pen and pad
Somethin' like, bitch I'm the Kidd wit the gas, run up the digits like we doin' math
F*ck on your bitch and I pick up the backend, tied wit the mob, I be pullin' them racks in
Stuffin the cash up inside of the mattress, only thing I speak is mo'f*ckin facts
If you the one talkin' best hope I don't listen, I'll kill 'em and claim I'm the witness
Clean up the mess like I'm doin' the dishes, I'll catch a body and leave it wit fishes
I really ball like I play for the Sixers, I shoot the fade and I aim for the triplets
I be so evil my followers 6's, bitch said she love that the Kidd be so vicious

I fell in love wit a bitch that was meant for the team, to get passed down the road
I let her get in my head and that bitch got me hot, like she boiled the pot on the stove
(Boiled the pot on the stove)
I swear to god if die, that this shit be the reason I wrote when I sold out my soul (Yeah)
I wanted diamonds and feened for attention I never was givin' back when I was broke (Huh)

Yeah, murders all she wrote, uh
Don't let it get to your head, I fled, I sped just to get down the road
Niggas that doubted me said that they proud of me, look at the way we done switched all the rolls
F*ck on ya auntie, dip to ya mommy, look we done turned a good girl to a hoe, uh
12 on me man I feel throwed, uh, I ain't even know she had a throat, uh
Me and my niggas make history, how could I let all these f*ck niggas get to me
Nut in her mouth and then I charge a dental fee, Rich Millie plain, man I need that shit glistening
Done got a few bands can't fit in my hand, bitches wan' f*ck us as soon as we land
She make that ass spin, I assume she a fan
Bitch I'm the goat, wanna cruise in the lamb
Can't wait for the stars, the space in my wraith
'Til me and my niggas at large no breaks
We lived off of ramen, my nigga no steaks
Can't eat at my table my nigga, no plates
My nigga we good, my nigga we great
I moved up my niggas from streets to states, yeah

I fell in love wit a bitch that was meant for the team, to get passed down the road
I let her get in my head and that bitch got me hot, like she boiled the pot on the stove
(Boiled the pot on the stove)
I swear to god if die, that this shit be the reason I wrote when I sold out my soul (Yeah)
I wanted diamonds and feened for attention I never was givin' back when I was broke (Huh)
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Yeah, lean, lean, lean, lean
Kidd in this bitch, ya dig, ha ha, slatt!

Dropped outta school I was trappin'
I had a dream to get rich off of rappin'
I had a bitch say I can't and was laughin'
Sucked on my dick 3 years later, I snapped it
Countin' my blessings, I swear that I'm next
I see 'em talkin' about what I flex
How the f*ck A the Kidd shine on his neck?
Look at the time it went by pretty fast
I used to sit in the back of the class, writin' some shit wit a pen and pad
Somethin' like, bitch I'm the Kidd wit the gas, run up the digits like we doin' math
F*ck on your bitch and I pick up the backend, tied wit the mob, I be pullin' them racks in
Stuffin the cash up inside of the mattress, only thing I speak is mo'f*ckin facts
If you the one talkin' best hope I don't listen, I'll kill 'em and claim I'm the witness
Clean up the mess like I'm doin' the dishes, I'll catch a body and leave it wit fishes
I really ball like I play for the Sixers, I shoot the fade and I aim for the triplets
I be so evil my followers 6's, bitch said she love that the Kidd be so vicious

I fell in love wit a bitch that was meant for the team, to get passed down the road
I let her get in my head and that bitch got me hot, like she boiled the pot on the stove
(Boiled the pot on the stove)
I swear to god if die, that this shit be the reason I wrote when I sold out my soul (Yeah)
I wanted diamonds and feened for attention I never was givin' back when I was broke (Huh)

Yeah, murders all she wrote, uh
Don't let it get to your head, I fled, I sped just to get down the road
Niggas that doubted me said that they proud of me, look at the way we done switched all the rolls
F*ck on ya auntie, dip to ya mommy, look we done turned a good girl to a hoe, uh
12 on me man I feel throwed, uh, I ain't even know she had a throat, uh
Me and my niggas make history, how could I let all these f*ck niggas get to me
Nut in her mouth and then I charge a dental fee, Rich Millie plain, man I need that shit glistening
Done got a few bands can't fit in my hand, bitches wan' f*ck us as soon as we land
She make that ass spin, I assume she a fan
Bitch I'm the goat, wanna cruise in the lamb
Can't wait for the stars, the space in my wraith
'Til me and my niggas at large no breaks
We lived off of ramen, my nigga no steaks
Can't eat at my table my nigga, no plates
My nigga we good, my nigga we great
I moved up my niggas from streets to states, yeah

I fell in love wit a bitch that was meant for the team, to get passed down the road
I let her get in my head and that bitch got me hot, like she boiled the pot on the stove
(Boiled the pot on the stove)
I swear to god if die, that this shit be the reason I wrote when I sold out my soul (Yeah)
I wanted diamonds and feened for attention I never was givin' back when I was broke (Huh)
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Writer: Arthur Mustardo
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