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Mak11 - Nunchucks (feat. AK Debris) Lyrics



Mak11 - Nunchucks (feat. AK Debris) Lyrics
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Filling my cup up
So much money I need me a dump truck
They think it's dumb luck
Don't run up on me with your gun tucked
I'm in the club drunk
In the cut with the team getting f*cked up
Feel like it's just us
Want a buss down that's hittin' like nunchucks
Know where we come from
We tryna get rich cuz it's undone
They think it's just fun
We grind for this shit til the sun's up
Should open a trust fund
Could die in this I'm only young once
I need me a lump sum
And diamonds that's hittin' like nunchucks
Need a buss down sitting on my wrist
Need a double cup sipping on some drip
Made a touchdown scoring on your bitch
Made another one boy I'm so legit
Who the ones that you know of in the city
Who you know get it going got it litty
In the zone with the bros we be winning
I be rolling round the city like I'm Diddy
I be really on my rock star shit
Might be off a Molly ima pop my shit
Told that hoe don't call me I don't talk to no bitch
If we got a problem we gon stomp your clique
No one ever taught me f*ck the law get rich
You copping that fit but it's basic
Wok what I'm sipping I'm faded
Walking up dripping all flavours
Pulling off flipping off haters
Parking lot drifting all dangerous
Filling my cup up
So much money I need me a dump truck
They think it's dumb luck
Don't run up on me with your gun tucked
I'm in the club drunk
In the cut with the team getting f*cked up
Feel like it's just us
Want a buss down that's hittin' like nunchucks
Know where we come from
We tryna get rich cuz it's undone
They think it's just fun
We grind for this shit til the sun's up
Should open a trust fund
Could die in this I'm only young once
I need me a lump sum
And diamonds that's hittin' like nunchucks
Tell em save the conversation
I got money to be making
There's no faking, aye
Play me for a sucker
Then you got me mistaken
Balenciaga pants
Do the money dance, aye
Rob him for a brick
And a couple bands
I might f*ck your bitch it's not forced
Everybody on the floor
Put my Air Force through your door, aye
Call me if you want a brick or more
Baby say that pussy sore
Have them shooters at your door, aye
Filling my cup up
So much money I need me a dump truck
They think it's dumb luck
Don't run up on me with your gun tucked
I'm in the club drunk
In the cut with the team getting f*cked up
Feel like it's just us
Want a buss down that's hittin' like nunchucks
Know where we come from
We tryna get rich cuz it's undone
They think it's just fun
We grind for this shit til the sun's up
Should open a trust fund
Could die in this I'm only young once
I need me a lump sum
And diamonds that's hittin' like nunchucks
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Filling my cup up
So much money I need me a dump truck
They think it's dumb luck
Don't run up on me with your gun tucked
I'm in the club drunk
In the cut with the team getting f*cked up
Feel like it's just us
Want a buss down that's hittin' like nunchucks
Know where we come from
We tryna get rich cuz it's undone
They think it's just fun
We grind for this shit til the sun's up
Should open a trust fund
Could die in this I'm only young once
I need me a lump sum
And diamonds that's hittin' like nunchucks
Need a buss down sitting on my wrist
Need a double cup sipping on some drip
Made a touchdown scoring on your bitch
Made another one boy I'm so legit
Who the ones that you know of in the city
Who you know get it going got it litty
In the zone with the bros we be winning
I be rolling round the city like I'm Diddy
I be really on my rock star shit
Might be off a Molly ima pop my shit
Told that hoe don't call me I don't talk to no bitch
If we got a problem we gon stomp your clique
No one ever taught me f*ck the law get rich
You copping that fit but it's basic
Wok what I'm sipping I'm faded
Walking up dripping all flavours
Pulling off flipping off haters
Parking lot drifting all dangerous
Filling my cup up
So much money I need me a dump truck
They think it's dumb luck
Don't run up on me with your gun tucked
I'm in the club drunk
In the cut with the team getting f*cked up
Feel like it's just us
Want a buss down that's hittin' like nunchucks
Know where we come from
We tryna get rich cuz it's undone
They think it's just fun
We grind for this shit til the sun's up
Should open a trust fund
Could die in this I'm only young once
I need me a lump sum
And diamonds that's hittin' like nunchucks
Tell em save the conversation
I got money to be making
There's no faking, aye
Play me for a sucker
Then you got me mistaken
Balenciaga pants
Do the money dance, aye
Rob him for a brick
And a couple bands
I might f*ck your bitch it's not forced
Everybody on the floor
Put my Air Force through your door, aye
Call me if you want a brick or more
Baby say that pussy sore
Have them shooters at your door, aye
Filling my cup up
So much money I need me a dump truck
They think it's dumb luck
Don't run up on me with your gun tucked
I'm in the club drunk
In the cut with the team getting f*cked up
Feel like it's just us
Want a buss down that's hittin' like nunchucks
Know where we come from
We tryna get rich cuz it's undone
They think it's just fun
We grind for this shit til the sun's up
Should open a trust fund
Could die in this I'm only young once
I need me a lump sum
And diamonds that's hittin' like nunchucks
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Writer: Ali Khalil, Andrew McDonald
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