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Snotty Nose Rez Kids
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We them boujee natives I got turquoise on my wrist We them boujee natives Five rings up on my fist We them boujee natives Big hat with the brim We them boujee natives Git that custom made bling We them boujee natives New cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage We them boujee natives Hold my knowledge in my braids We them boujee natives New cedars, new sweetgrass, new sage We them boujee natives you can holla at Minay Snow goonie from the boonies Not the type you see in movies Felt the spirit livin’ through me Since I was a puny dookkie Neechie, neechie, lookie lookie How I get low when I boogie Don’t mind se some goodies goodies I’m nate and boujee My wifey be the wolf and I’m the wolf that’s from the sea And she no Pocahontas, more like Buffy Saint Marie Come do your dance with me, I dip, you dip, we dip No, it ain’t blasphemy, I sip, you sip, we sip, waniseeka I stand and rock with all my Sioux without the Woo Since me and bro came out the womb, neechie one and neechie two We very indigenous people, we some VIP’s And my blood thicker than oilcan grease, neechie please Sing your song, this my jam, got my fam all goin’ ham For the land, not the gram, stay minay, it’s who I am We choose copper over good-praise my elders I’ll remember what I’m told, never turn your back on home We them boujee natives I got turquoise on my wrist We them boujee natives Five rings up on my fist We them boujee natives Big hat with the brim We them boujee natives Git that custom made bling We them boujee natives New cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage We them boujee natives Hold my knowledge in my braids We them boujee natives New cedars, new sweetgrass, new sage We them boujee natives You can holla at mintay Heyaho, can’t you tell I’m woke? The smoke shop is closed, can you tell your boy is dope? Man I’m spendin’ like I made and I’m broke again Always runnin’ late, I hope the liquor store is open, ay I got carvers, weavers, beaders and designers on my team I got braiders hella famous that I’m signin’ to my team In my limousine, don’t I look steezy? Next to my indigo-queen, yeah that’s my moos-moo-geethl I know-i know ballers, I know chiefs, I know riders from the east I know educated natives down to picket in the streets Middle fingers to police, **** you, we come in peace I know redskin hippies that be givin’ me the creeps I know beauty, I know beast, I know savages and freaks And I know a couple cousins even boujier than me No, no, no, we ain’t elite, boujee natives, yes indeed Art exhibit to the club and we rollin’ twenty deep Copper on my neck, gold on my ring Feather on my hat, skin stitched chin Hundred warriors on my back, that be drummin’ when I sing Man there ain’t no way around it, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma, I’ma Boujee natives I got turquoise on my wrist We them boujee natives Five rings up on my fist We them boujee natives Big hat with the brim We them boujee natives Git that custom made bling We them boujee natives New cedar, new sweetgrass, new sage We them boujee natives Hold my knowledge in my braids We them boujee natives New cedars, new sweetgrass, new sage We them boujee natives You can holla at mintay
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