- Nick Grant Luxury Vintage Rap 歌詞
- Nick Grant
- Here we go
All you rap niggas running in my place
Nothing to say,you such a disgrace
I dont want it esay baby
Its the love of the chase
Life is a wet dream
Niggas that kill you
And then come to your wake
My demeanor fly
Benny Medina high
Poor suckers eyes were watchig
All green but the game changed,they cross dress
Rims offset
Im a dog carrying
Meanest lady is far-fetched
Ron Simmons leathers
The MC never lost
Im cut from Biggie
Coogi sweather cloth
X marks the spot
I pray we never cross
Drug dealer thoughts inspired by war report
Unruly
Italian cut suit, Im such a moolie
Ferrari with a bubble booty
Never hurt a groupie
Francis Ford dope enough,Im a seduction movie
Quit the bus like when a baby clutch a uzi
Here we go
I dont believe the devil came as a snake
Why would he come as somethig that you naturally hate?
I got fine taste
Get it,why wait
Shoot it
Keep it dirty like a nine to five break
Shit,you ugly as strange
Diamond shine on my bitch
Call it a blind date
Everything is high stakes
Cant wait to get the Rollie with the wide face
Ima call it Moesha
I aint doing features
Nigga,triple beam dreams
These dope fiends get lit
I never compromise my integrity for a hit
My story,rag and rich
But funny how when I got the money,I never fell off
Give my ring to Kista
Chianti sip
Basking in an ambience
Listen and get insomnia
A top left me hanging like the topof palm tree
Slide me up
In and out it like a robbery,bruh
Un,check,here we go
High fashion ,Im the newest king of all these rappers
Go ahead and make a list of whos the wackest
You ran rapid
Little one hit wonders were average
That no called fame shit you can have her
Pure nigga vernacular
Benz backing up
Ball players swagger,uh
Gotta stay in toon,Im looney
Its just my character
I go deep inem ,Japanese dealing with a freak
English,dont speak any
I made at by the skin on my teeth
Celebration,call it off,no not tonight
No good words from me
Cause I aint even got a vice
Rob the game,we got paper to blow
Niggas hate who they relate to the most
I dont get it
Im a star,you need forever to reach Nick Grim reaper flirting
I can feel death in each kiss
John Lennon vintage,no cheap shit
You weak shit
Sugar on a tit
Thats a sweet lick
Fuckem all
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