Nickatina Says Songtext
von Andre Nickatina
Nickatina Says Songtext
Nickatina says cast ya votes
Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats
Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes
And RB niggas, ya′ll clear your throats, uh
Chorus:
Nickatinas been at since 11
Got me a house up in gang bang heaven
My mother used to say that I was like a little reverend
That's why they call me God # 7
I like birds cause I′m a hawk
Try to clown me hoe and I'ma walk
Rockin' ya party is my favorite part
Did it for an hour and I didn′t even talk, bitch
Nickatinas is like Simon says
Dips in his whip like Simon says
Make a few chips like Simon says
Smoke a little weed in the back with the dreads, yo
I take pride in smellin′ fly
Baby ain't no tellin′ why I blaze
I sport Chuck Taylor's twice a week
Gotta keep an ear out on the streets
Man I′m kinda high, you said who got beef
Do niggas take advice from these nasty freaks, yeah
Did you see the cold steel
Homie that shit'll make you cold for real
Even though it′s hot when it's 'bout to hit
Hot enough to make a bastard do a flip
What you know about ghetto cheese
All she heard on the phone was, "nigga, please" click
I′m like an ice cream truck
Veins get cold when I cut this blunt
Nothin′ but fire tiga in my path
And nah, man you can't have no autograph
Chorus x2
Nickatina says bust back first
And by any means necessary don′t get hurt
The five millimeter go good with the nina
Just like raps go good with Nickatina
Nickatina says lace ya boots
Real drug style Armani suits
Check this out baby, I'm tell the truth
You′s a freak and you ain't that cute, hoe
I kick back like expensive wine
Spit paragraphs all through the test of time
It′s just like ya found a treasure chest with mines
Just like ya found a treasure chest with mines, nigga
Andre is like the moon
Come out after six tiga ready to boom, move
It aint no thang to me
Easy as pie, can you hang with me, fast
I mix it up like Ron Barcardi
Talk and walk and smoke weed at the party
Gamble on yourself for about two g's
I'm eatin′ water melon way juicy, fuck it
Check it out I get blunted on top
Livin like an anvil ready to drop, playa
Chorus
Tell all the freaks, yeah grab ya coats
Tell all the nerds, yeah take some notes
And RB niggas, ya′ll clear your throats, uh
Chorus:
Nickatinas been at since 11
Got me a house up in gang bang heaven
My mother used to say that I was like a little reverend
That's why they call me God # 7
I like birds cause I′m a hawk
Try to clown me hoe and I'ma walk
Rockin' ya party is my favorite part
Did it for an hour and I didn′t even talk, bitch
Nickatinas is like Simon says
Dips in his whip like Simon says
Make a few chips like Simon says
Smoke a little weed in the back with the dreads, yo
I take pride in smellin′ fly
Baby ain't no tellin′ why I blaze
I sport Chuck Taylor's twice a week
Gotta keep an ear out on the streets
Man I′m kinda high, you said who got beef
Do niggas take advice from these nasty freaks, yeah
Did you see the cold steel
Homie that shit'll make you cold for real
Even though it′s hot when it's 'bout to hit
Hot enough to make a bastard do a flip
What you know about ghetto cheese
All she heard on the phone was, "nigga, please" click
I′m like an ice cream truck
Veins get cold when I cut this blunt
Nothin′ but fire tiga in my path
And nah, man you can't have no autograph
Chorus x2
Nickatina says bust back first
And by any means necessary don′t get hurt
The five millimeter go good with the nina
Just like raps go good with Nickatina
Nickatina says lace ya boots
Real drug style Armani suits
Check this out baby, I'm tell the truth
You′s a freak and you ain't that cute, hoe
I kick back like expensive wine
Spit paragraphs all through the test of time
It′s just like ya found a treasure chest with mines
Just like ya found a treasure chest with mines, nigga
Andre is like the moon
Come out after six tiga ready to boom, move
It aint no thang to me
Easy as pie, can you hang with me, fast
I mix it up like Ron Barcardi
Talk and walk and smoke weed at the party
Gamble on yourself for about two g's
I'm eatin′ water melon way juicy, fuck it
Check it out I get blunted on top
Livin like an anvil ready to drop, playa
Chorus
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