Andre Nickatina - Alpha - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

Rap,West Coast

Tekst piosenki
Verse 1 [Nickatina] Man, check this out This a four four I don't care and I don't know Man, Repo is lookin' for you on a car note I hit the freeway, lap top, speedway Don't ask my bout a bitch, I probably sold her on Ebay My problem, the Jordans with the red bottoms Or the Hennessy that come in the black bottle Wing stop Man, lemon pepper ranch style Yeah I owe you money but I'm not paying back now Scroll up, who got something to roll up? Blaze the lie, in the car, Nicky Panama I think I run a mile I'm gonna run amok I'm going downtown To get my numbers up I gotta crack the bottle It's dark as Sleep Hollow And the weed's the same color as a avacado I like the Benz model, the 550S I like to spend cash I never make it stretch I'm such an addict Paypa is a bad habit Man, I'm such a gimme gimme Man, I'm such a gotta have it All cabbage, no salad, no spinach I like the ones that stay up And get it til' it's finished I do a brain tease Something like a brain freeze Cuz I gotta keep so cold Until you know it bring cheese Get with it Or get lost real quick And I'm never callin' back Blazin' ?? in the whip Hook: I'm a go go getter y'all [x4] (so cold) That ayo, like ayo (I'm so cold, nigga) I'm a go go getter y'all [x4] That ayo, like ayo (go getta) Delic! Verse 2 [Kushadelic] Kickin' back with Nicky Tales of these boss niggas Rockin' with these mob figgas Couple, ya'll some go gettas Everybody we know hear us Banged up and head splittas Hearing stories from real killas On the block with dope dealers When we sell that crinach But now a nigga in that Go and get this scrinach (scratch) Moving up the trinach Smoking on that alpaca Yo where them hoes at? It's third world not your world Delic man I am that All I here is do do do In the hood it's do do do With the programs and the government plans They fuckin' me off, I'm gettin' my loot But I will shoot, in my suit Creased up and cuffed up In a bow tie but a sucka try And he will get fucked up Woulda got up in my cut Hennessy not syrup I love sipping that cognac With hella weed ta burn up Man, I stay so turnt up In the club, we turnt up I'm balling like I'm Kaepernick With the whole click if you run up [Hook]
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