paroles de chanson Nonchalant - Khali

I can do this in my sleep, cause always dreamin
Khali stole the ball, call him Willie Beamon
She grabbed me by the balls and drinked all semon
Left another bitch on read I feel like a demon

I'm trynna take the world over, I'm a Villian
Don't ask me what I make, it's a killin
They stole all my flows, they my children
I want a private jet, that's my mission

I run up a check, and fuck up the commas,
Fucked yo baby mama you want drama, BLURP! Don't make me heat the lama
2 grand for the Uzi vert, I feel like Lucifer, When I send them to hell, Casting spells

It's getting hot in here, bitch take yo clothes off.
Grind on me till I get off. You know I like to see you off
Im waking trap house, What's a lion to mouse? It's food?
Now What's a hater to a lion? Dead meat?
Balling hard like I'm Zion, I'm a beast!

Draw on her face just like a crayon
Doing all these drugs I feel the neon
I got wasabi for the Asians
Godzilla the pussy, I gave her Cajun
My shooters be grimy, they be some Haitians
They'll do it for me while I smoke Jamaican

I grabbed the mic and started preaching like Farrackan
Inside my brain I leave dimensions
Call me Yakub from Nation Islam
Fuck running city, i night take the nation