paroles de chanson 12 Am in Harlem - Nemo P

Niggas be talking niggas be capping

They ain't in the field nigga what cracc'n

Spin the block like turn table
Hit the switch that's an automatic

Catch a opps slipping in traffic
Mad Max let'em have it

Gun shooting like twenty one
And the streets call me vellz Savage

Run up a bag i aint gonna stop
Knock a nigga out like i'm rocky

Vvs diamonds shinning so bright
On my neck I'm feeling real cocky

Spice hot tamaly she riding my dick
She calling me papi

Twenty bands in a week
Account looking hefty
These niggas can't stop me

Counting them hundreds and fifty's
I'm geeking you know its time to get busy

She hitting my line
I'm out of town
I'm in CT for the weekend

Glocc singing like Mariah
Have them singing to the deacon

That's your bitch she love riding this dick
And the glizzy she eating

I'm married to the game
No cuffing season Niggas be talking
Niggas be capping they ain't in the field

Nigga what's cracc'n spin the block like turn table
Hit the switch that's an automatic

Catch a opp slipping in traffic
Mad Max nigga let'em have it

Gun shooting like twenty one
And the streets call me Vellz Savage