In this contemporary piece, the artist delves into a narrative of self-assured success and unabashed indulgence. The recurring theme is the protagonist’s insistence on his nonchalant approach to wealth, fame, and relationships. The lyrics depict a lifestyle characterized by financial prosperity, casual romantic encounters, and an unyielding loyalty to personal principles. This narrative is intertwined with a critique of those who deviate from these values – specifically individuals who are disloyal or overly attached in relationships. The use of raw language and vivid imagery serves to emphasize the gritty reality of the world that the artist inhabits. Ultimately, this composition presents an exploration of urban life through the lens of hedonism and unwavering personal integrity.
Nun Major
Lyrics
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Expletive FOX, we sippin' juice for life
(Beat Boy taught me)
(Ron-Ron do that shit)
I been ballin' out, boy it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
Ballin', this ain't no free throw
Got your bitch on my dick, she a freak ho
Pour a six, I remix while she deep throat
Drop the top off the whip but bitch this ain't a Jeep though
Fast whips, bad bitch, you knowin' how we go
I'm a migo, I ain't talking 'bout the trio
And the pack hella musty, smell like some BO
You buyin' more than one and I might cut a deal for real
For real, that's for real
And the pack hella musty, smell like some BO
You buy more than one, then I might cut a deal for real
I been ballin' out, boy it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
I been ballin' out, boy it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
I be fucking hoes but it ain't nothin' major
Oh what baby, you ain't know I was a player?
Runnin' around the city think I should run for mayor
Let a bitch choose up, you the type of nigga save her, damn
All you niggas disappointments
Nut on your bitch, rub it on her like some ointment
Got your bitch on the way, she got a dick appointment
And all my niggas finna join
You be worried 'bout a bitch, I be worried 'bout some coin
Good steak on my plate, you be eatin' sirloin
Good lean in my cup, every sip I enjoy
I don't trick on a bitch, she a bitch I employ, ay
But she gotta trick on me
Its a fee for the 'Gees make a G off her knees
I ain't tryna be the P but she begged on her knees
So she run that shit up and run it right back to me, ay
I been ballin' out, boy it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
I been ballin' out, boy it ain't nothin' major
I can never switch, I can never be a hater
Tryna hit a lick, you get hit with the lasers
I'm smoking hella pack while I count up this paper
Writer(s): Alejandro Coranza, Branden McNair, Laron Robinson
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING, Songtrust Ave
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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