Nickelus F - My Third Cuzzin Lyrics and Video

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'My Third Cuzzin' Lyrics - Nickelus F
Here is My Third Cuzzin Lyrics by Nickelus F

I’m locked, I’m cold, this pain is all that I know
I just lost everything I love
Know I’m broke, my heart’s on cold
Yeah, I smoke weed, I drink liquor
Pop pill cause it make me feel good
We talk and talk right the soul my soul
And motherfucker make sure that my deal good
Sacrifice, sacrifice, bitch ass nigga go and grab a knife
Stab youe wife, hoe you rats are gambling nigga, grab the dice
Fuck you boy, fuck you bitch
Hearing all that subliminal shit
Swear bout hoe we can get in some shit
Fuck you up and the nigga you with

Can you hear me, can you see me,
I’ve been calling it’s the weegy
I send curses to my haters,
Middle finger to the fb
They say they wanted, but the more don’t wanna see me
I’m the shadow that came out your wall,
I came to leave you jb

Nyck, fu, yes you
Hold on home, let me smoke my fruit
Turn your ass to a vegetable
I’m killin, I kill the shit
They know the name and the word buzzin
And I’m storting lies and I’m …
When they jaw’s missing, my third cuzzin

We ran up on the stakes, just came off the block
These niggas that I’m with, spending hela gwap
These bitches that we with, won’t drop it till it’s stop
They know I be that nigga, so the party people shout
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga

Hey, watch your mouth or get it broke
Jaw stop that car malone
Get that close that it’s a hoe
We go hard on em, break hard, sleep stars on them
They curse us to hell, they call god on them
The cops on them
You could never understand, you ain’t been through shit my nig
Hope you got a ghetto plan, I just throw my mask on
Hop up in that bento van, that really ain’t your …part
You’re big think cause my little mess
Right bout all you asshole, act like you gonn drop something
You tadpole, go back home
It’s about that murder everytime I spit
Get it up in check everytime I bleed
And your girl got wet when she … about teeth

We ran up on the stakes, just came off the block
These niggas that I’m with, spending hela gwap
These bitches that we with, won’t drop it till it’s stop
They know I be that nigga, so the party people shout
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga
Sweet p be that nigga, sweet p be that nigga.

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