Nail Tech

Jack Harlow

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    Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm
    Tss

    My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret
    I don't wish for my success, I speak it
    I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin'
    I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it
    You smell me, that's LV
    Walkin' 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy
    I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin' but most of y'all can't help me (nah)
    Most of y'all ain't wealthy (nope), most of y'all just dress like it
    I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off, and I'm tryna make myself less like it
    This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it
    It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it
    My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it
    Ridin' 'round and this shotgun in her Tesla
    Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like: What's up? (What's up?)
    I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (can't fuck up)
    I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (stuck up)
    I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up
    First listen, they hearin' this shit like: What the fuck?

    Ten toes, that's my MO
    Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO (on my momma)
    Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
    And they let it go while I reload

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    Like baow, baow, baow
    TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like
    Baow, baow, baow, baow
    The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they
    Baow, baow, baow, baow
    She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
    Baow, baow, baow, baow

    And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (but I'm fly)
    And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (but I'm high)
    I told her: I don't cum from head, but you can try though (you can try)
    I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though
    I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (oh)
    Wide open, big whippin', it slide open
    I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen)
    Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused
    This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it
    How the hell could you doubt us?
    I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what?
    Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us
    You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us?
    It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust
    'Cause

    Ten toes, that's my MO
    Fam' over 'Gram, that's my MO
    Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close
    And they let it go while I reload

    Like baow, baow, baow
    TSA just opened my book-bag up and my chain hittin' like
    Baow, baow, baow, baow
    The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit and I touchdown they
    Baow, baow, baow, baow
    She down low, three point stance, I'm back there doin' Jack dance like
    Baow, baow, baow, baow

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    Composición: Boi 1 Da, Scotty Coleman, Angel Lopez, J. Sweet, Roget Chahayed, Jack Harlow, Dougief, Joel Velaquez, Montez Jones, Montez Dewayne Jones y Dewayne Jones Montex

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