Testo Beatbox - Nardo Wick
Testo della canzone Beatbox (Nardo Wick), tratta dall'album WICK
I got my foot on top of their neck, no, I can't let 'em breathe
My life a movie, tell 'em put this shit on DVD
I don't care who he is or what he did, that boy can't fuck with me
You don't ever smile, why you got them diamond teeth?
Niggas want to be cool with me, so I won't hit they ho
You been saw the signs, you been should've let her go
She talk a lot, to shut her up, I put it in her throat
She a bad bitch, real throat G.O.A.T.
A lot of niggas lame, a lot of niggas weird
Had 30 on me, walked in Louis and it disappeared
Had bullets in the clip, I saw opps, they disappeared
Got kids down below, one night with her, they disappeared
Today ain't April 1st, why you say you love me?
What's a hundred thousand to a nigga that's really getting money?
Was walking in the rain, looked up, and it was getting sunny
She play with her nose, real snow bunny
Diamonds falling out my Cuban link, I'm droppin' gems
Shot my shot with her, all net, ain't even touch the rim
I seen what he did, he think I ain't see him
LOL, wait 'til I see him
I'm an action type of guy, I don't speak a lot
Just threw one back, it got me feeling like an astronaut
My chop be talking with his tongue, he like to spit a lot
He wanna say it, but he nervous, he can't get it out
It's hard to vibe with niggas, I don't really vibe with niggas
I need to join a clan, don't fuck with a lot of niggas
My patience kinda bad, I be quick to shot a nigga
My grandma kinda bad, I make quick to shoot a nigga
Ma said, "Let it go," she know what I do to niggas
Ma said, "Let it go," she be tryna spare you niggas
Ten thousand, all fifties, remind me of my boo
Stack of fifties super pink, it make me think of you
I hit two of your friends, and you ain't got a clue
What Nudy say? "Look what that money make a bitch do"
I got my foot on top of their neck, no, I can't let 'em breathe
My life a movie, tell 'em put this shit on DVD
I don't care who he is or what he did, that boy can't fuck with me
You don't ever smile, why you got them diamond teeth?
Niggas want to be cool with me, so I won't hit they ho
You been saw the signs, you been should've let her go
She talk a lot, to shut her up, I put it in her throat
She a bad bitch, real throat G.O.A.T.
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Writer(s): Horace Walls, Tyler David Maline
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