Young Chris - Nosetalgia - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

05.05.2014

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[Verse 1 – Young Chris] Heart as cold as December Shells hot as the devil I supply their syringes to survive in the ghetto Survival of the fittest, itchy finger for triggers Sticky fingers, [?], we hittas Best women in tropic, just a hella exotic You can smell in my pocket, run and tell em I got it Count the clock on the cola just to sprinkle a soda Hoes silly, embrace em, like to know you the soldier Two [?] to blow, I’m ready to go if them niggas approach me The watches and cars, they watching us sauce So I sleep with it closely Yeah, sleeping with nina, threesome with dezi Orgasm, they get to busting, when leaving em deadly I’m ready to go, he’s ready to blow, my nigga he’s busting I murdered the comp, he’s better then who? My nigga you’re bugging, wing a hawk and we thugging 36 in the oven, got em pitching and hugging, fiends stick it and puff it Lord now we grubbing, and we flipping the water Getting richer than porter, and I’m hitting their daughters Niggas ain’t wishing me luck, niggas wish me to die Kid niggas alive Cousin on mint leaf, uncle on crack rock Brother in the jail cell, youngins on the back block Giving no warnings, been in the corner with my gat got Lil clown, fuck your full pound when that mac chop [Verse 2 – Peedi Crack] Sky blue one time slide through, it’s grey now Stop and frisk, lay his face down like any day now Liquor, drugs, and strip clubs, this is the devil’s playground I intentionally enter, my inner wishes is vague now Could be loud as a K round, make your heart skip a tempo Leave the room in disarray, just bill me the incidentals Got to switch up the rental, my appointment’s in pencil 30 extension, and turning the [?] I’m just Peedi, I can’t be what you perceive me To be, or what you see and believe on your TV I’m iller than watching thriller in 3d See me still chilling with my nigga C, it’s still SP Feeling like a million, fuck these niggas, RIP Buck niggas out they seat Fucking with the black and latin master P Bout it bout, shot it cause I’m proud about it Faggots hopping out the closet Lifestyle out of pocket
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