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Aauuguzt - Niggas Love Dying Lyrics

niggas love dying Lyrics[Intro: aauuguzt!]
You niggas are not for me, built for me, built for me
Bad boys, bad boy, bad boy

[Chorus: aauuguzt!]
You niggas think that y’all bad boys
Nah, you is not Will Smith, nigga you Chris Rock
Shut the fuck up, please nigga, don’t even talk
I don’t wanna hear what you saying, just please stop
Nigga do not talk to me like that
Better watch your fucking mouth, knock out yo teeth like that
Nigga, he must wanna die, looking at me like that
Big ass chop, hit your feet right back

[Verse 1: autotuneabuse]
Uh, nigga got me fucked up, I’m sipping on soda
Yeah at least I got big bucks, he might get his bitch took
Told that bitch, “don’t touch me”
Bitch I am a big crook
Death Note, I’m killing niggas, put em in a book
Got them finished, Ima hit em with them backshots
Check my pockets, damn, bitch I got on fat knocks
Uh, bitch, damn, my pockets fat as shit
Here, lemme hold a dollar sign
Flip it, bitch I’m scamming shit

[Verse 2: aauuguzt!]
Niggas quick to disrеspect my family, get turned to a hat
Yеah, throwaway, throwaway
Throwaway, that’s what he is, is
Nigga, well don’t you gay nigga
And you fucking stupid, I should smack you like a witch
What you gonna do?
Then come on, lemme see this shit

[Verse 3: autotuneabuse]
Bitch I feel like master
See a nigga, then I whip that bitch
Bitch I’m toolkit
Like Tay-K, Ima smack that bitch
Mr Krabs, bitch, I just want a dollar
Fuck a Proud Town bitch, she a scholar
Cut the beat down, bitch gimme a holler
DJ DROY cut the beat, bitch ass nigga what the fuck?
Tired of calling that hoe, I’m cutting her off
Niggas on my dick, and they stinky, Ima use Lysol
All white, plug in the trap, call up Park Patrol
Bitch I like science, Bill Nye
Bitch I’ll problem solve, call me Mr Fix Yo Hoe
Bring yo bitch back and give her back
Give that hoe backshots, she like, “Damn, this shit is gas”
Shoot a ball and it swish
At the top of the G I feel like cash
Bitches fuck the opps, I up the score, I know them bitches mad
Bitch I’m Mr What?
Uh, bitch, Im Mr Fix Yo Hoe
Uh, call me Mr Fix Yo Hoe, aye, aye

[Chorus: aauuguzt!]
You niggas think that y’all bad boys
Nah, you is not Will Smith, nigga you Chris Rock
Shut the fuck up, please nigga, don’t even talk
I don’t wanna hear what you saying, just please stop
Nigga do not talk to me like that
Better watch your fucking mouth, knock out yo teeth like that
Nigga, he must wanna die, looking at me like that