paroles de chanson Showdown - Nenjah Nycist

They want a lot from me
Chilling on my stoop
Puffing broccoli
You can cop from me
Always been a hustler
So it's not for free
And all the real ninjas
They rock with me
Too many styles
You can't copy me finesse
You niggas must be fucking with that poppy seed
Ain't no blocking me
Ya bird flock to me
Cause I do this properly
Never sloppily
Too hot for these hoes
Habanero
Yo calm your ego
Yeah I got that rock button
Yeah I got that stop button
Yeah yeah
You ain't one of my sons
And you don't want the smoke like a bad lung
See Nenjah got pull like a wagon
And it's flame on like DragOn
So fuck everybody with a badge on uh
Nenjah bring the sazon
Make love with the mask on
Whoa my ninjas be wilding
Wilding on you
Styling on you like it's 06
Bitch I'm focused
Hallelujah I'm the ruler got the moola
And you know this
I'm making a movie no script
I ain't wrote this
And Nenjah the nycist
No shit
If you ain't talking dough
Then shut up and roll
The reason that you broke
Is you lack self control
I practice discipline
Because the Nenjah grows
I got money in my twenties
From a fucking stove
No one told me how to swim
But I fucking dove
And I do that shit again
Bruce Leroy I got the glow
Got all the tools that I need
Like I work at Loews
Whoa samurai show