paroles de chanson Nostalgia - MoeMoney

Dear fuck niggas
If you can't relate to any of the lines in this song
You came outside too late

Three Swedish fish inside our pockets
That's all fifteen cent used to get us before we had to make a dollar out it
From quarter grenade juices to pocket rockets
Only way to master them p's, was to be bout it bout it
Fist fights and roasting every time that we leave the house
Peanut butter on a trap only time that we feed a mouse
Plastic over the cushions still couldn't eat on the couch
You viewed the streets in twenty twenty but you ain't seen what it's bout
I'm a Sunnydale juice drinking quarter bag Dorito nigga
Fingers always ashy from plucking a skelly top
I'm a manhunt, freeze tag, red light green light one two three's
Fuck the floor is lava I touch whatever you tell me hot
My upbringing was four wings from the china man
Before I learned that getting chicken don't define a man
Losing my money to hoes that could never find a man
A nigga trying to ball with the bitches you know Juwanna Mann
Nacho cheese seeds our mothers praying we ain't choke on em
Said don't eat them shells, took that advice and grew up throwing em
Running up momma credit at the deli then we zoe'n em
Young cats avoiding papi store behind the bread we owe'n em
Good times way before the TV would bore me
Late to school cuz we was watching Jerry Springer and Maury
The good times way before the TV would bore me
Late to school cuz we was watching Jerry Springer and Maury

Every time life gave us lemons we made lemonade
You fine china niggas grew up drinking minute maid
Projects ain't worth fifty cent but look how many men it made
Nostalgia got me reminiscing where the men is made
Every time life gave us lemons we made lemonade
You fine china niggas grew up drinking minute maid
Projects ain't worth fifty cent but look how many men it made
Nostalgia got me reminiscing where the men is made
Word Up