paroles de chanson Nick Ger - Jay Suds

Nick short for Nick-Ger
A thousand shots through the air
223 splitters
Your not welcomed, get outta here

They keep on playing till homies went missing
And now i'm just saying boy u needa listen
Cook in the kitchen burn coke on the crockpot
Smelling and sniffing it minding yo business

I am the mvp i have no sympathy
All you simps for the beef making enemies
You wanted beef lemme tell you the recipe
Pull up to your block rolling through like the infantry

Back to defend post up like we the military
I'm the best in my industry
Welcome to jersey
Come get your girl boi she start to get giggly

You know what that mean if she laugh at a joke from a homie
Like laugh and then giggle
He got the power to make her cheeks jiggle
You ina fiddle, i just have a hobo a nickel
And told him to griddle
He griddy so clean gave that homeboy a pack of blue skittles

And called him a monkey
That's you in 10 years if you still chasing girls over money
To me that is funny

One thing i don't play 'bout is money
Cause people be needy and greedy and hungry
The sound of a crisp dollar bill sounding sweeter than honey
They hungry, hungry for money
A momma don got her cheeks clapped like a bunny
Just for some money
Shoutout dwight
Triumph with dignity
Now imagine the imagery
Of him saying yummy