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new year new money . enroute otw

*IG: instagram.com/nikowudyear
*ALL PLATS: https://artist.link/nikowoodyear
*LYRICS:

How I be like you
Aye, how I be like you
That's what they asking me
It's hard to answer you
Hate it to break it to you
Ma, I break the rules
I promise that I'd love to hang with you
But I got shit to do
I'm on the run
Gotta be a man, I hope you understand me
Can't be chasing hoes, in Japan chasing Yen
I hit that wall
Rather flex again 'fore I feel less again
Oh yeah, this rap shit bought my residence
So I can't stress again
And I'm like "please excuse my excellence"
Chill fit this shit Vetements
I send you that SMS
You pull up, bring extra friends
She text me like "SMH"
Hoe want me to send a Benz
These hoes get entitled when they know you richer than they mans
No it ain't no friends in this bitch dawg
Solo steppin' I know niggas hating on me, pissed off
Please don't group me with these lil niggas, keep ya list dawg
Took the rock from niggas
They ain't ballin', keep the bench warm
Bitch ion give no fucks
Bitch ion give no fucks
I bought new designer to wear the shit once
They offered 2 Milli' it wasn't enough
Six months I was in hideout
Tryna figure this shit out, it's bigger than us
Niggas speak like they know you
When they want they buzz, cool
It's so much I'd rather do
It's so much I'd rather do
You can keep me out yo loop
I count 'til my fingers blue
Big body Benz, not a coupe
These days I been moving different
Cause now I got shit to lose
Stopped pouring 4's in my soda
Still counting, my money longer
Not uzi, no Scott/Ramona
These bitches ain't gettin' no love
I hit ya bitch in the summer
You bitter 'bout it, bro move on
I spend my winters in Issey Miyake
Get fly to cool off

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NIKOWOODYEAR - 2025 .! (Single)

NIKOWOODYEAR - 2025 .!

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2025 .! (Prod. Krager & Sauce!)

LYRICS:
First things first, bitch n***as tryna count me out
Whole gang inna black truck we ride out
What happen you touch this chain find out
Got bands, stack bands till this shit piled out
Hoe where my money, 
Need that right now
Smokin dopety dope got this shit out the pound,
Damn, It’s like 10:00 pm 
And she still blare my shit
Message after message, 
Does this bitch even have friends?
10/10 bitch passenger side
Backseat two hoes just met them
Like I’m tryna see how you feel inside
Spot boy tell bro get em.
I got a head on my shoulders
Get a tatt on my neck for the culture
Put a n***a on a poster
Ice so cold it give that boy pneumonia
Bitch ain’t ever get no podium
I ain’t passing this blunt I ain’t knowing you
Pussy n***a see that hoe in you
Ran away, ain’t surprised what he posed to do okay
Yeah chop imma swing it both ways,
No I don’t give a fuck what he say
Like a quarterback I run that play,
Then I run this shit back everyday
Riding round town she screaming my name,
But fuck that bitch im on a date,
With the money
Fuck what they claim
Nah I ain’t even worried okay,
Im on my way to the south
You won’t get nothing if you finna pout out
Money mouth, still I won’t smile nah
He want a problem with us he gon find out
Red oak, he stand tall get chopped down
He hate on me cuz he know ima pop out
Pedal metal hear that cop sound
Shot after shot ima shoot till he drop down.
Yeah,
Uh huh,
Boy want a picture but the n***a get cropped out
Yeah woah,
Just like my new whip, hoe took her top off
I’m gone, hoe
Yeah where you wanna go
Girl I wanna know
Bitch I’m on, yuh
Run it back 2 times 3 times
Monkey ass n***a swinging from the tree lines
Going up n***a you could never peep what I’m seeing
Never be what I’m being,
Can’t beat mine
Sorry hoe but I just need my me time
Yeah just give me couple days I know I’ll be fine
Yeah all these pussy n***as be some felines bae,
Just hoping that you think that I should keep mine
Foreigns, all on the road,
Foreign hoes, take off they clothes
Put on that shit,
Just for one post,
I tell that bitch pose,
And touch her lil toes
No can’t show my face, cause that’s a lost cause
You shopping at Ross, I look like a boss
Sippin on Voss, 
The ball I’m gon toss,
To all of my dogs , was there from the start
(girl that n***a not even 600, FUCK HIM)

bread n dip

wizzuh

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