Testo Slide - Nardo Wick
Testo della canzone Slide (Nardo Wick), tratta dall'album Slide - Single
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, mmm (Ayy, V, line 'em up)
The clip hold a hundred, but I'm gon' only put eighty 'cause I don't wanna jam when I squeeze
I ain't no nanny, but I'm gon' rock-a-bye baby if a lil' nigga play with me
Ran in the house, said it was time to slide, just wanna see who gon' freeze
Nobody froze, everybody ready to go, they ready to step for me
Ain't nobody shook, everybody got that look, they ready to uh-uh-uh
If I up my stick, you ain't even much gotta look, I bet you it uh-uh-uh
My shooter a demon, nah, he don't got no name, we call him uh-uh-uh
No hand on my forehead, but I be ready to bang, ready to shoot my gun
Crank me up, I'm grabbing a Draco let's see if you a real soldier, boy
Banana clips splatter your mango, turn you to a smoothie, boy
Big bro can't tell you how to war, well, they'll tell you how to shoot it, boy
Send this MAC through your window since you diss on computers, boy
I rap and I shoot like master P
I'm a Ku Klux, dog, Nardo, what that mean?
That mean none of these niggas can fuck with me
Got peanut butter sticks in this whip with me
Huh, none of these bitches gon' jam when I squeeze
I'm a sick-ass nigga, better run if I sneeze
He a wicked-ass nigga if he hanging with me
He a dead man walking if it's beef with me
I'm HIV, I'm STD, I'm STD, I'm HIV (sick as fuck)
HIV, I'm HIV, I'm HIV, I'm STD (sick as fuck)
HIV, I'm HIV, I'm HIV, I'm STD
Why you say that? Why the fuck you say that?
'Cause
I'm a sick-ass nigga, ain't nobody sicker
Nardo, you wicked, how the fuck did you fill 'em?
These bullets, they fast, it ain't nobody quicker
I spit in the photo, I'm tryna take a picture
Hitting lick after lick, shit, I'm tryna get richer
We can shoot all day (we do it all day, nigga, ain't nothing crazy)
Why you say that?
(Ayy, V, line 'em up)
The clip hold a hundred, but I'm gon' only put eighty 'cause I don't wanna jam when I squeeze
I ain't no nanny, but I'm gon' rock-a-bye baby if a lil' nigga play with me
Ran in the house, said it was time to slide just wanna see who gon' freeze
Nobody froze, everybody ready to go, they ready to step for me
Ain't nobody shook, everybody got that look, they ready to uh-uh-uh
If I up my stick, you ain't even much gotta look, I bet you it uh-uh-uh
My shooter a demon, nah, he don't got no name, we call him uh-uh-uh
No hand on my forehead, but I be ready to bang, ready to shoot my gun
No hand on my forehead, but I be ready to shoot that clip
Play with that boy, but I be ready to pop that bitch
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Writer(s): Sam Toussi, Horace Walls
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