K-POP Lyrics Song

NasNasty

Word
Got some Remy Martin
some good ass cigars
Check it out
Ayo late night candlelight
fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand dollar
bottles of scotch
smoke purp and heal the people
Any rebuttal to
what I utter get box cuttered
Count how many bad honeys
I slut it’s a high number
Name a nigga
under the same sky that
I’m under
Who gets money
remain fly yeah I wonder
Eyes flutter as love
when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck
panties start drippin’
The ways of Carlito
blaze torpedo cigars
Drop moves drop clothes
Louis the XIII freaks
women nice size
I ride like Porsches thick
brown and gorgeous
It ain’t my fault
semiautomatic weapons
I brought the world
Crazy I’m rich and I’m girl crazy
Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion
I lose ‘em
Fellates me who hate me
My gun off safety
Since a Tunnel escape key
my jewelry in HD
Silent rage pristine
in my vintage shades
I’m not in the winters of my life
or the beginner stage
I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie
the great legend
Blastin'
I’m after the actress
who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis dig
I’m so high
I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
Best on 45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
When lids talk trash
about the nasty kid
Past nasty now
I’m gross and repulsive
Talk money is you jokin’
Cash everywhere
in my bank in the sofa
In the walls in the cars
in my wallet in my pocket
On the floors ceiling
the safe bitch
I got all you envy
but don’t offend
I’m skinny
but still I’m too big for a Bentley
You are your car
what could represent
Too Godly to be a Bugatti
you honestly
Must design me somethin’
Tommy Mottonic from
Queens had before the ’90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move niggas
we don’t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet
in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin’
Bet a hundred stacks
niggas’ll run it back
Just havin’ fun
I ain’t even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact
Nasty Nasty kid
Nasty Yeah
Nasty The kid
Nasty Nasty kid
For the hustlers
thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’
sayin’ It was Nas I used to hustle wit'
I display fashions
while my lungs engage hashes
guns on my waist past his
Since I’m cakin’ up
put funds in my safe, laughin’
And joining the niggas passin’
you niggas was straight assin’
Excuse the vulgarity
I’m still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans
hearin’ me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be
claimin’ they drivin’
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
Fake it ’til you make it
I’ve driven those toys
Been in the wars
in the streets cops kickin’ in doors
For my deen niggas
your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener
sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs tell these clowns make room
for the king nigga
Word
Got some Remy Martin
some good ass cigars
Check it out
Ayo late night candlelight
fiend wit’ diesel in his needle
Queensbridge leader no equal
I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel
To pop thousand dollar
bottles of scotch
smoke purp and heal the people
Any rebuttal to
what I utter get box cuttered
Count how many bad honeys
I slut it’s a high number
Name a nigga
under the same sky that
I’m under
Who gets money
remain fly yeah I wonder
Eyes flutter as love
when Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck
panties start drippin’
The ways of Carlito
blaze torpedo cigars
Drop moves drop clothes
Louis the XIII freaks
women nice size
I ride like Porsches thick
brown and gorgeous
It ain’t my fault
semiautomatic weapons
I brought the world
Crazy I’m rich and I’m girl crazy
Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me
They ideology is confusion
I lose ‘em
Fellates me who hate me
My gun off safety
Since a Tunnel escape key
my jewelry in HD
Silent rage pristine
in my vintage shades
I’m not in the winters of my life
or the beginner stage
I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie
the great legend
Blastin'
I’m after the actress
who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis dig
I’m so high
I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib
Best on 45 still crack ya rib sacrilege
When lids talk trash
about the nasty kid
Past nasty now
I’m gross and repulsive
Talk money is you jokin’
Cash everywhere
in my bank in the sofa
In the walls in the cars
in my wallet in my pocket
On the floors ceiling
the safe bitch
I got all you envy
but don’t offend
I’m skinny
but still I’m too big for a Bentley
You are your car
what could represent
Too Godly to be a Bugatti
you honestly
Must design me somethin’
Tommy Mottonic from
Queens had before the ’90s
Drug dealer call, rush to the bar
Move niggas
we don’t give a fuck who you are
Black card heavy like a magnet
in my stitched denims
Pretty women see them them saggin’
Bet a hundred stacks
niggas’ll run it back
Just havin’ fun
I ain’t even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact
Nasty Nasty kid
Nasty Yeah
Nasty The kid
Nasty Nasty kid
For the hustlers
thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’
sayin’ It was Nas I used to hustle wit'
I display fashions
while my lungs engage hashes
guns on my waist past his
Since I’m cakin’ up
put funds in my safe, laughin’
And joining the niggas passin’
you niggas was straight assin’
Excuse the vulgarity
I’m still not fully adjusted
Or used to the new fans
hearin’ me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be
claimin’ they drivin’
I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
Fake it ’til you make it
I’ve driven those toys
Been in the wars
in the streets cops kickin’ in doors
For my deen niggas
your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I’m no fake rap CD listener
sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my Gs tell these clowns make room
for the king nigga

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