paroles de chanson Blunt Money - Nejma Nefertiti

Chasing dreams like blunt money
Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me
I done ran from police they would hunt fa me
Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me

Went on the run with my mama a couple states
grabbed a couple cars and tarps and changed a couple plates
ain't no cutting rates I came up in a wasteland
You coming for my money prepare to get ya face slammed
This that boom bap street supply
No cutting or stepping we slice and eat pies
The prize winner time spinner that's the grind in her
My family was hungry I had to go and find dinner
The sharpest Samurai Katana to a shogun
I'm independent I don't belong to no one
These cats need to hit the sack they blowin old guns
All outta shape breathing hard fat and shit
Talking bout a woman don't deserve to rap and spit
Open the doors or we blowin down ya whole house
The keys don't belong ya'll and you should watch ya mouth
Acting like you so tough yea I heard enough
You grown men are like little boys I call you bluff
And look at all a ya'll like you my lil suns
Show some regard you have a mother and some little ones
People don't realize they make themselves defenseless
Unleash the Brujería on you bring you back to senses
I'm the almighty wordsmith curb ya bitch
I don't talk to informants and I will hurt a snitch
I'm number 1 you not even like the 3rd or 5th
High grade optimal you comical
Nefertiti sought after you not even optional
Stacking everything I make to go somewhere tropical
You can bet ya life that I'm shattering any obstacles
I got wizards and sorcerers diabolical
When I get heated evaporate you I'm volatile
They call me Nejma the tumultuous
I hit him once left him on the floor emotionless
A cerebral approach you need a coach
I don't indulge in the kind a business that leaves you broke

Chasing dreams like blunt money
Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me
I done ran from police they would hunt fa me
Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me

You looking like you need some closure
I won't repeat myself I already told ya
Your beats were shit everyone of them up in the folder
Trashed the whole thing don't need ya lame exposure
I ain't gotta endure ya averageness
Got killers that'll stuff you into mattresses
I reject you with 100% disdain
Whoever told you when I took you out it'd be humane

Chasing dreams like blunt money
Got a fly lil shortie that'll stunt fa me
I done ran from police they would hunt fa me
Had a getaway car waiting out front fa me