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N!C Video (MV)




Performed By: Slouch
Featuring: Sherm
Language: English
Length: 2:01
Written by: Jessy Oyola, Arthur Jannello-Ruiz




Slouch - N!C Lyrics




[ Featuring Sherm ]

Hey, ah
Wait, vision bigger than a safe
Ask me how to start a movement
Pushin' people to the lengths, gotta show face if you really do it, hey
Lot of talking from the fakes, hey
Watch out for the eyes, don't take lies
Thinkin' that they true shit
Sayin' stuff on live, ain't a high vibe lower than the root is, hey
I ain't pickin' no sides cause both try to make the boy stupid
Yo, wait, pick up the bag it's a duffle
Mama tell me to invest it, hey
My whole life is filled with struggle coming out the rubble, couldn't leave a mess, yes
I can never claim you brother, hey
I ain't even got friends, hey
Heard some men that say they love you I could probably count the shit on both hands, hey
How you safe with no bands, hey
How you hate your own fans, hey
Man, that makin' no sense superstar status got you in a trance, hey
I can't even get involved with your damn love that ain't in the plans, hey
That ain't even in the handbook word to God, first and the last

I got a call from the doc now I'm sick
I feel like Slouch please pardon my ruff
I put the drug down, I'm still lit
I put the cup down, I don't feel sick
I'm about to run down, I don't take lift
Hop in the sleigh, feel like Saint Nick
I'm about to smoke that boy like Nic
I'm about to watch that boy like Nick
But I don't watch that boy like Nick
I'm about to wash that boy like dish
I'm with my slime, I feel like Nick
Run out of time, bust down my wrist
I'm about to slur my words, big lisp
I'm at the top of this shit, y'all peons
I've been on top of this shit, feel like, mm
I feel like Buzz, Infinity, and Beyond
I'm about to send this shit like Celine Dion
Know what I want, I don't care what you be on
Know what I want, what I want, what I want
What I want, what I want, what I want
I'm about to emote that boy bout' to taunt
I been on fleek, know I'm a flaunt
Shout out to my sister, Magda
Shout out to my brother, Mag
Got a pretty face for my Mama got a bad attitude for my Dad
Shout out to my brother, Thomas
Shout out to my sister, Mag
I just ran out of the ammo
Call up Trinity, pullin' up with the mags
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Hey, ah
Wait, vision bigger than a safe
Ask me how to start a movement
Pushin' people to the lengths, gotta show face if you really do it, hey
Lot of talking from the fakes, hey
Watch out for the eyes, don't take lies
Thinkin' that they true shit
Sayin' stuff on live, ain't a high vibe lower than the root is, hey
I ain't pickin' no sides cause both try to make the boy stupid
Yo, wait, pick up the bag it's a duffle
Mama tell me to invest it, hey
My whole life is filled with struggle coming out the rubble, couldn't leave a mess, yes
I can never claim you brother, hey
I ain't even got friends, hey
Heard some men that say they love you I could probably count the shit on both hands, hey
How you safe with no bands, hey
How you hate your own fans, hey
Man, that makin' no sense superstar status got you in a trance, hey
I can't even get involved with your damn love that ain't in the plans, hey
That ain't even in the handbook word to God, first and the last

I got a call from the doc now I'm sick
I feel like Slouch please pardon my ruff
I put the drug down, I'm still lit
I put the cup down, I don't feel sick
I'm about to run down, I don't take lift
Hop in the sleigh, feel like Saint Nick
I'm about to smoke that boy like Nic
I'm about to watch that boy like Nick
But I don't watch that boy like Nick
I'm about to wash that boy like dish
I'm with my slime, I feel like Nick
Run out of time, bust down my wrist
I'm about to slur my words, big lisp
I'm at the top of this shit, y'all peons
I've been on top of this shit, feel like, mm
I feel like Buzz, Infinity, and Beyond
I'm about to send this shit like Celine Dion
Know what I want, I don't care what you be on
Know what I want, what I want, what I want
What I want, what I want, what I want
I'm about to emote that boy bout' to taunt
I been on fleek, know I'm a flaunt
Shout out to my sister, Magda
Shout out to my brother, Mag
Got a pretty face for my Mama got a bad attitude for my Dad
Shout out to my brother, Thomas
Shout out to my sister, Mag
I just ran out of the ammo
Call up Trinity, pullin' up with the mags
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Writer: Jessy Oyola, Arthur Jannello-Ruiz
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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