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Nuka Prix - Anthem (feat. Ca$h) Lyrics



Nuka Prix - Anthem (feat. Ca$h) Lyrics




Six, five, four, three, two, one
You think you know me

I send them killers, call me Charles Manson
I took his bitch and I held her for ransom
Shot at his ass and he turned to a dancer
I kill these niggas like cancer
Had to turn up cause I needed a anthem
I'm O.T. and beat me a mansion
Hittin' the POV whipped out the camera
Don't know me but she a fan so she chanced it
She said that she ain't a freak, I ain't buyin' it
These hoes is for anything, why you lyin' bitch
I let her gag on me, she started cryin' quick
Run up on me and I'm pullin' that iron, bitch
Off four things, yeah, I know you ain't high as this
Clothes made by me, yeah, I know you ain't fly as this
Off four things, yeah, I know you ain't high as this
Clothes made by me, yeah, I know you ain't fly as this

I walk up in Saks, you know that im buying shit
Watch how you move, I'm blowin' that iron quick
I got a 30, it came with a rubber grip
Pussy nigga, watch your lip
I'm round the Commons, catch me on the rip
Post it up with 2-swift
Watch how you move, I'm quick off the hip
Pussy niggas better not slip
Dis off the dome, I don't write shit
And I keep me a pipe, bitch
No, I'm not gon' fight, bitch
I'm sendin' you up like a kite, bitch
And I'm in my lane, I'm switchin'
Keep gettin' caught up with niggas' bitches
Eli, he keep extensions
And Nuka gon' slide with him
I drop a bag on your ass them niggas come and get you
I swear to God, nigga, we slide with dirty pistols
I know I'm goin' to hell because of his sales and my Christians
And if I call a hit, they know not to leave a witness
Bang bang
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Six, five, four, three, two, one
You think you know me

I send them killers, call me Charles Manson
I took his bitch and I held her for ransom
Shot at his ass and he turned to a dancer
I kill these niggas like cancer
Had to turn up cause I needed a anthem
I'm O.T. and beat me a mansion
Hittin' the POV whipped out the camera
Don't know me but she a fan so she chanced it
She said that she ain't a freak, I ain't buyin' it
These hoes is for anything, why you lyin' bitch
I let her gag on me, she started cryin' quick
Run up on me and I'm pullin' that iron, bitch
Off four things, yeah, I know you ain't high as this
Clothes made by me, yeah, I know you ain't fly as this
Off four things, yeah, I know you ain't high as this
Clothes made by me, yeah, I know you ain't fly as this

I walk up in Saks, you know that im buying shit
Watch how you move, I'm blowin' that iron quick
I got a 30, it came with a rubber grip
Pussy nigga, watch your lip
I'm round the Commons, catch me on the rip
Post it up with 2-swift
Watch how you move, I'm quick off the hip
Pussy niggas better not slip
Dis off the dome, I don't write shit
And I keep me a pipe, bitch
No, I'm not gon' fight, bitch
I'm sendin' you up like a kite, bitch
And I'm in my lane, I'm switchin'
Keep gettin' caught up with niggas' bitches
Eli, he keep extensions
And Nuka gon' slide with him
I drop a bag on your ass them niggas come and get you
I swear to God, nigga, we slide with dirty pistols
I know I'm goin' to hell because of his sales and my Christians
And if I call a hit, they know not to leave a witness
Bang bang
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Writer: Brian Dunbar, Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Nuka Prix
Language: English
Length: 2:05
Written by: Brian Dunbar, Jr.

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