Lyrics:
dat heat right wit me dont get peter rolled, Yea
Nina Nina keep my Nina close
Nina Nina keep my Nina Ross
Nina Nina, hope I make it home
I call my
Pape Check
I aint tryna hear no raps where dat cake at
They bet not tell me that a broke nigga sang dat
That Nina Ross gone bump music out da
on
It's in high demand, ho, if I want it
They really mad, I'm takin' off
I be in her mouth like dental floss
I tote my lil' Nina Ross
I sit it right
my .44 Nina Ross (Nina Ross)
I sent you flowers with my heart and a rose (And a rose)
You sent a skateboard with your heart and a note (And a note)
I
at the bank, you could call me "Mr. Withdraws"
If you want it I'ma bring it let Diana Ross sing it
I'ma pull it I'ma bang it that's that Nina Ross singin'
I
niggas got no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-bitches off
You fuckin' around with the big boss
And I always got my Nina Ross
Ain't catchin' a nigga
no fame, it's breakin' you son-of-a-bitches off
You fuckin' around with the big boss
And I always got my Nina Ross
Ain't catchin' a nigga slippin'
through the districts
That boy really tried to get it?
Them goonies got to spinnin'
Nina Ross made him hop, jump and skip
I do the shmoney dance
When that
take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
I lay back in the cut, retain myself
Think about the shit and I'm thinkin' wealth
How can I makes my
take the Nina Ross, ya know I gots to have it
I lay back in the cut, retain myself
Think about the shit and I'm thinkin' wealth
How can I makes my
as art, some could see hoes to be women
But I'm the greediest shark amongst the ocean of killers
I put you six feet deep, I'm bein' socially distant
Nina
to make noise
We're here to make noise!
Nigga, we're here to make noise
With VA and Detroit boys
[Pusha T]
Twin Nina Ross sisters
Promise to never
"Why the attitude? Nina ross you got the sauce"
Nigga, I'm mad cuz the Chiefs lost, I'm pieced off
In Kansas City, I'm straight from the abyss, Tech
a, can I get a witness?"
Hole in your cup, let me stir it softly
Come and be the kush to a nigga coffee
You fiendin' for the nine, let me Nina Ross
bitch bang she bang bang
Well that's 'cause my bitch is Nina Ross and and
She bang b-bang bang bang bang, she go bang, (bang)
We bang, bang-bang
Bang,
up tote
Hang fire up, I choke from the gun smoke
That's on the boss man, my Nina Ross came
Place gangbangers into a coffin
This is renegades, Rick
Grippin' Nina Ross, hood star, Circa be my boulevard
You know I'm in the streets, I ain't hard to reach
On some cool shit or some beef shit nigga I'm in
cause my right hand bad as hell
I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale
See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five
Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can
a G-string til it flame
Nina ross aim for the dame who shakes anus insane
Sex untamed, I been pained so I gangbang, train's game, she claimed
That I got much
the Jag and fled
Pumpin' Nore number six, "bitch give me some head"
And for you niggas out there who be jacking the wrist
Got a new group for ya, Nina Ross
"Young Money Entertainment," ha
Run, dummy, finna bang it
You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
I am not fuckin' finna aim it
But that Nina Ross
double-G done his share of loc'n
Karaoke'n like an M-80 with the nina ross I
Pawned shopped a trey-eighty
send 'em to who brung him, let Nina Ross tongue him
Oh, back to the subject, I'm ballin' without a budget
I'm a big spender, but I ain't done yet
I'ma
a nigga really got to do it in
Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots
From the minute nigga step outside
Nina Ross on my hip and I got to pack
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