Nina Songtext
von Smokingskul
Nina Songtext
Damn, Trgc made that?
Yeah, Glock .19 with a clip on it
I got a draco with a grip on it, what?
Nina with suppressor
Nina with a lip on it
I′m a real deal finesser
Give him that 'tuss then I watch him sip on it, what?
Yeah, got these niggas sippin′ 'tuss
And that bitch said she love me but you know I don't trust
I got a Glock on me, that′s a must
These niggas don′t want war with us
We boutta run down, just the four of us
Sippin on top shelf, you can't pour with us
Nigga, hell nah, you can′t pour with us
Aye, give that bitch the frank, now she wet like the ocean
Shot a nigga just to give him some motion
Free my dawg cause he locked with extortion
Pay me a full, nigga, fuck a portion
Fuck a doorbell, kick the door in, aye
Knock your curls off, call you Corbin
Got a baby Glock, this shit an orphan, aye
What, yeah
Fuck 12, fuck the cops
When I come through, everybody getting dropped
Off the red, I don't stop
When I′m off the Oxys, I don't care who I pop
Niggas know I got a Glock
This shit from the circus how it spin a top
Bitch, I′m countin' Franklins
Can't nobody tell me shit when I′m in that chop (gang)
Yeah, Glock .19 with a clip on it
I got a Draco with a grip on it, what?
Nina with suppressor
Nina with a lip on it
I′m a real deal finesser
Give him that 'tuss then I watch him sip on it, what?
Yeah, got these niggas sippin′ 'tuss
And that bitch said she love me but you know I don′t trust
I got a Glock on me, that's a must
These niggas don′t want war with us
We boutta run down, just the four of us
Sippin on top shelf, you can't pour with us
Nigga, hell nah, you can't pour with us (what? Yeah, what?)
Yeah, Glock .19 with a clip on it
I got a draco with a grip on it, what?
Nina with suppressor
Nina with a lip on it
I′m a real deal finesser
Give him that 'tuss then I watch him sip on it, what?
Yeah, got these niggas sippin′ 'tuss
And that bitch said she love me but you know I don't trust
I got a Glock on me, that′s a must
These niggas don′t want war with us
We boutta run down, just the four of us
Sippin on top shelf, you can't pour with us
Nigga, hell nah, you can′t pour with us
Aye, give that bitch the frank, now she wet like the ocean
Shot a nigga just to give him some motion
Free my dawg cause he locked with extortion
Pay me a full, nigga, fuck a portion
Fuck a doorbell, kick the door in, aye
Knock your curls off, call you Corbin
Got a baby Glock, this shit an orphan, aye
What, yeah
Fuck 12, fuck the cops
When I come through, everybody getting dropped
Off the red, I don't stop
When I′m off the Oxys, I don't care who I pop
Niggas know I got a Glock
This shit from the circus how it spin a top
Bitch, I′m countin' Franklins
Can't nobody tell me shit when I′m in that chop (gang)
Yeah, Glock .19 with a clip on it
I got a Draco with a grip on it, what?
Nina with suppressor
Nina with a lip on it
I′m a real deal finesser
Give him that 'tuss then I watch him sip on it, what?
Yeah, got these niggas sippin′ 'tuss
And that bitch said she love me but you know I don′t trust
I got a Glock on me, that's a must
These niggas don′t want war with us
We boutta run down, just the four of us
Sippin on top shelf, you can't pour with us
Nigga, hell nah, you can't pour with us (what? Yeah, what?)
Writer(s): Cameron Pitts, Jamarrius Hill, Elijah Faustin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com