Testo Gangsta - Nardo Wick
Testo della canzone Gangsta (Nardo Wick), tratta dall'album WICK
I'm, I'm a savage nigga
Feel me? Red vision
I'm a general, I'm a great person, uh
I'm a gangster, chart banger, opps spanker
Hard body niggas with a soul, trigger finger
I'm a gangster, chart banger, opps spanker
Hard body niggas with a soul, trigger finger
I'm a gangster, send them niggas throwing, they going spank you
Call them niggas' mamas, tell them they babies in danger
Mad man, I be with a whole bunch of mad men
Every niggas around me is a letter before Y, Mercedes
Tell my niggas spinning Mercedes
Don't care who get hit, just not no mommas or no babies
Throw it out, dirty up the stick and then you throw it out
Not all in one spot, make sure you break it up and spread it out
Bitch boy, can't wait 'til we catch you, we gon' get you, boy
I feel like a kid again, this new black out my favorite toy
I'm tired of this, tired of niggas talking like they with this shit, ain't did shit
Tired of niggas talking like they with the shit, ain't spent shit
Tired of niggas talking like they with the shit, ain't drop shit
Tired of niggas talking like they with the shit, stop it
Fuck a nigga, bu-, nah, fuck a nigga, busting out
Come through, spinning, spinning like a toilet bowl, I'm trying to flush a nigga
I don't give no fuck about what you did to that last nigga
News flash, FortiFlash, boy, I ain't that last nigga
Slaving over, yeah, I know they been stopped selling
Niggas, don't mean shit, I'm still coming through trying to tag niggas
Pull up on the kids, them police out, but not no other day
Don't take his chain, don't take his money, take that niggas life away
Niggas hiding, hiding, hiding, hiding, talk a lot of shit
They need a sliding, sliding, sliding, sliding, bust they fucking stick
They must be on piss or something, huh? 'Cause they ain't on shit
Yeah, we heard that fucking snippet, tell that niggas, "Drop that shit"
Men lie, women lie, soon as it drop, you gone
Men lie, women lie, but the truth doesn't lie
See my opp, I'm getting off, like my ex is coming up
Niggas claim they from the hood, but we ain't see them coming up
Got on a wig and trench coat, they like, "Who that walking up?"
Oh shit, they're too late
I'm a gangster, chart banger, opps spanker
Hard body niggas with a soul, trigger finger
I'm a gangster, chart banger, opps spanker
Hard body niggas with a soul, trigger finger
I'm a gangster
Credits
Writer(s): Ahmar Bailey, Astro, Horace Bernard Walls Iii, Lychkin Nikita Vladimirovich, Abhinav Pemmasani
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