Rxwtune - Nickel
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{Intro}
Aye, Ceeto
Prime Time
{Chorus}
Nigga what's your order? I got codeine, yeah, I'm selling pints
Nigga cop a quarter, break it down until you get a dime
We lined up in the nickel, heard that pussy nigga dropping dimes
What's inside my cup? That's that codeine and that lemon lime
Ok, I'm booted I just need someone to hold me down
That's that molly and this chopper hold a hundred rounds
They don't get they like "why he call himself a clown?"
I told them "hold that", that ain't nothing for you to figure out
{Verse}
Yeah, Rockstar, popstar
Posted in the kitchen, mixing oxy with the Wockhardt
Up making breakfast for the block, not no Poptarts
Methamphetamines, codeine I'm a popstar
I'm for really on the drug I hate to say it but I'm on that
I could get you some, just don't hit me when I'm on that
Police they be hating on a nigga, we ain't on that
Police they be shootin' niggas dead we ain't on that
Nah, and that shit fucked
Sliding down that block, go tell em' buck up
If we catch em slippin' tell em luck up
Lately I been thinking shawty what's love?
{Chorus}
Nigga what's your order? I got codeine, yeah, I'm selling pints
Nigga cop a quarter, break it down until you get a dime
We lined up in the nickel, heard that pussy nigga dropping dimes
What's inside my cup? That's that codeine and that lemon lime
Ok, I'm booted I just need someone to hold me down
That's that molly and this chopper hold a hundred rounds
They don't get they like "why he call himself a clown?"
I told them "hold that", that ain't nothing for you to figure out
{Intro}
Aye, Ceeto
Prime Time
{Chorus}
Nigga what's your order? I got codeine, yeah, I'm selling pints
Nigga cop a quarter, break it down until you get a dime
We lined up in the nickel, heard that pussy nigga dropping dimes
What's inside my cup? That's that codeine and that lemon lime
Ok, I'm booted I just need someone to hold me down
That's that molly and this chopper hold a hundred rounds
They don't get they like "why he call himself a clown?"
I told them "hold that", that ain't nothing for you to figure out
{Verse}
Yeah, Rockstar, popstar
Posted in the kitchen, mixing oxy with the Wockhardt
Up making breakfast for the block, not no Poptarts
Methamphetamines, codeine I'm a popstar
I'm for really on the drug I hate to say it but I'm on that
I could get you some, just don't hit me when I'm on that
Police they be hating on a nigga, we ain't on that
Police they be shootin' niggas dead we ain't on that
Nah, and that shit fucked
Sliding down that block, go tell em' buck up
If we catch em slippin' tell em luck up
Lately I been thinking shawty what's love?
{Chorus}
Nigga what's your order? I got codeine, yeah, I'm selling pints
Nigga cop a quarter, break it down until you get a dime
We lined up in the nickel, heard that pussy nigga dropping dimes
What's inside my cup? That's that codeine and that lemon lime
Ok, I'm booted I just need someone to hold me down
That's that molly and this chopper hold a hundred rounds
They don't get they like "why he call himself a clown?"
I told them "hold that", that ain't nothing for you to figure out