lirik lagu nino man - grams going express
[verse 1: nino man]
5 in the morning, i wake up and open up shop
neighbors is on it, they hating and calling the cops
when i’m on the corner, they sending [?] cop
when police patroling, i chill in the store with the [?]
when b~tches is curving, i told her remember that sh~t
i just really wanted to hit, you was never that b~tch
you better look a n~gga up, you was never the sl!ck
i’m getting chicken from jamaica, i’m cairieing sh~t
copped the foreign, just to go nowhere
i just parked it on the block, ’cause i transform there
in my prime like [?] glo there
i’m from harlem downtown, you don’t wanna go there
harlem looking like a shooting range
they don’t care what crew you clame, when the tooly bang
they gon’ whip on a n~gga, like poody tang
[?] sh~t like a boomarang
[?] like you always eating
i remember when these b~tches wasn’t always speaking
started beefing for no reason, fell back like a vegan
[?] season, my life is intriguing
i used to hop on the buss, and hop on the train
i used to give them the dope they shot in they vaines
i used to sell me some coke, to cop me a chain
[?] if you not in my [?]
[verse 2: styles p]
call me ghost, call me phantom
used to quarterback the work, they would call me manning
if you hit me on the island, you call me tanning
looked over the city, who saw me scanning?
took over the city, who saw me planning?
tripple up or double cross, yeah, i’m backhanded
he ain’t the best, yeah, i’ll backhand him
let off a couple shots, with a gat that’s random
blood money and dirt walls to jerk off
when he in the pen, outside they get work off
european whips and muscle joints
i take a couple coines, but i ain’t touching work, my n~gga
’cause them same dirt walls and blood money
get on the thug sh~t, try to get you murked, my n~gga
outside with big gats that kick back
like 2 u.f.c. fighters fighting a big match
wanna get 12 in a 6 pack
n0body’s with that, nino, tell n~ggas to get back
don’t eat burgers, but i roll me a big mack
ghost on that p sh~t, h~ll of a cl!ck clack
[verse 3: sheek louch]
[?] load up a clip
og, probably had your moms on my d~ck
smacked your pops, i ran from cops, n~gga
rock nation, before i signed with jigga
had lil money, but na, wasn’t rich
upped the [?] key, tryna bag a b~tch
[?] car iin the shop
then i walked the block, and hop on the train [?]
we was wilding then
mixed the grapefruit with [?] jin, the night begin
black [?] army coat [?] house
go get it, that’s [?] wrote
38 in the gucci [?]
[?] new york, i had tims with puff on the boat
broad daylight, i seen a dice game go to playfight
the arguing to the k light
raw motherf~cker, couldn’t even spray right
if you know about sheek, then you know about kiss
you heard about chestnut, you know about rich
if rap is a girl, man, you know that’s my b~tch
you heard about styles, then you know he gon’ clap
nino man, we got you, it’s bigger than this rap, n~gga
donny
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