lirik lagu nbhd nick & _91nova - 100 club
[chorus: nbhd nick]
i hop out the car, leave the motor runnin’ (motor runnin’)
why you always talkin’ like you know somethin’? (like you know somethin’)
why you always talkin’? go and show ’em some’ (go and show ’em some’)
no stunt double, i do my own stuntin’ (do my own stuntin’)
could take a year, i’ll still have that paper comin’ (have that paper comin’)
put like ten on the ninety, i keep a soul on it (soul on it)
all in the club, we don’t do no clubbin’ (don’t do no clubbin’)
throw a ten on the ninety, i keep a soul on it
[verse 1: nbhd nick]
orange label, i might pop me two (i might pop me two)
i was gettin’ money, but they didn’t have a clue (didn’t have a clue)
cop the porsche, come [?] bluе (blue)
hit the top, we don’t need thе roof, fools know we made the rules
i’m with the club posted by the marina
eatin’ fruits, stuck in that views that you never could dream of
gettin’ served all this paper, i’m not talkin’ subpoena
got a flow like a river but you won’t find one that’s cleaner (yeah)
no stunt double, i do my own tricks (do my own tricks)
i got hits on hits, this like my backflip (like my backflip)
mind on my money, low where my palm itch
took the slow lane, crusin’, now look, we all rich
[chorus: nbhd nick]
i hop out the car, leave the motor runnin’ (motor runnin’)
why you always talkin’ like you know somethin’? (like you know somethin’)
why you always talkin’? go and show ’em some’ (go and show ’em some’)
no stunt double, i do my own stuntin’ (do my own stuntin’)
could take a year, i’ll still have that paper comin’ (have that paper comin’)
put like ten on the ninety, i keep a soul on it (soul on it)
all in the club, we don’t do no clubbin’ (don’t do no clubbin’)
throw a ten on the ninety, i keep a soul on it (soul on it)
[verse 2: nbhd nick]
could never take a handout
new cars, bigger house, everything was planned out
20/20 hindsight, noticin’ how it panned out (i see it)
never did too much, never wanted to stand out
spent plenty, in my twenties, no place, empty
god sent me, keep it thorough, this not trendy
don’t tempt me, on the edge, and i’m sick
see them stealin’ my moves, hear them jackin’ my lyrics
but chris could never dance like mic’
and floyd could never hit like tyson
i am who i am, never trip, and i just stick to the plan
and if i trip, it’s to a beach, i’ll put my toes in the sand, silly
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