Live Up To My Name

Baka Not Nice

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    In my zone, I close my fakers up
    All your hoes chose me, nigga calm down

    Louis pouch across my body, this is not for fashion
    This is not a playground, ain't no fist fight bitch I'm blastin'
    Niggas say they looking for me, like I'm not right here man
    If I tatted tears, I'd be crying to my beard man
    Bitch I'm trying to fuck, I've been inside for thirteen years now
    I've been on so many flights, it's like my record's clear now
    AKA the man, AKA I never ran
    Don't make me turn this spray like on your head like you roxanne
    Only talk to bosses, not the second in command
    Niggas bring it, talk to me, you better have a plan
    'Cause they don't have a cure for all my pain
    AKA it's not nice and I live up to my name (ya ya)

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    Diss the boy, are you insane?
    I drink henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
    That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
    A.K.A. it's not nice and it's not a fucking game (ya ya)
    You and I, we're not the same
    Posted like ibaka, got your wifey runnin' brains
    She was there with boi dem, keep my front door off the frame
    She say I look like usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
    Trap trap, trappin' in the rain
    She say I look like usher when I'm trappin' in the rain
    Just know I'm a shooter first and rap is not my thing
    AKA it's not nice and I live up to my

    Hiding the racks
    I don't pay tax, twelve on my back
    Might drive the caddy around, but I never lack
    Baka not with the shit, so yeah who tellin' you that?
    I went to jail the day they released men in black
    When I came out, timberlake was bringing sexy back
    Facts, nigga facts!
    I fell in love with my strap
    Named myself milli 'cause I want a milli' to stack (ya ya)
    Now run and tell that
    You niggas moving like cops, don't make me pipe up your block
    Out the window while the whip's moving, that's a hell of a shot
    Fuck all my opps, I'll pull, you niggas are fucked (ya ya)

    Diss the boy, are you insane?
    I drink henny when I shoot my pistol at the range
    That way when I'm tipsy, I still know I got my aim
    A.K.A. it's not nice and I live up to my

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    Composición: Aubrey Drake Graham, Mathieu Brunet, Alexander Lustig, Benjamin Cyril Calame, Charles Eric Driggers y Travis Savoury

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