paroles de chanson Nasty Flows - Oboise

Yh I'm back again with that nasty flow
This ain't hide and seek, there's no where to go
I'm steady popping with that head shot so there's no need for that low blow
I don't really know what it is
They think I don't kill it with ease
Eh, let the beat drop
So I gotta show them what it is
Nasty flows, I don't think about it
Money, money, money. Yeah I really get it
I ain't Luther King. So I don't dream about it
Real nigga. Gotta be about it
If you got a problem, we could talk about it
If you got a problem, we could rap about it
Your name as the headline. So now really, we could read about it
Gotta hide the pen cuz it's a murder weapon
Eat a rapper up and then I ask for seconds
Pack it, pack it for that takeaway
Double, triple on that takeaway
That's a 23 like I'm Michael Jordan
Gotta blaka, blaka. Yh I'm done ignoring
Dora, Dora better quit exploring
Cuz everybody know I done it yeah
They come in, they thinking they know man
But you ain't been part of the program
I come. I be flexing like Hulk
You thought I was gonna say Hogan
If they really want, I could show man
If they really want, I could show man
I beat and I beat in the track
The beat Rihanna, but I'm Chris Brown
Got the bars. I ain't been to jail
Addressing rappers like I got the mail
On the track, never off the rail
Dropping tracks, never leave a trail
Catch a body like you catch a feel
You never needed like a third wheel
Never took a L in my life
Only L I take is your life
They be talking like we buddy buddy
I don't really get it, but it's kinda funny
People saying that I'm really gonna make it
I kinda feel it in my tummy tummy
They be talking like we buddy buddy
I don't really get it, but it's kinda funny
People saying that I'm really gonna make it
I kinda feel it in my tummy tummy
You thinking you all in my mind
But really I'm one of a kind
Enough with the games
Like it's peekaboo, yeah I'm hard to find
I don't really know if you feel this
But really man, I gotta kill this
I'm thinking like "how do I end this?"
I'm thinking like "how do I kill this?"
Gotta wrap it up like it's Christmas
Number 1. Better put me on your hit list
6 feet. How the hell do you miss this
You getting big when you carry all those losses
When they get the cash they be flexing
Gold chains on their neck when they rolling
Yh that's cool and all but I ain't even rich and I made it
Keep your money. You can pay me with attention
We about to come. Bring up the commotion
I ain't playing when I say I'm on a mission
Hand so dry, pass me the lotion
Got the team. Yh, we coming with the quickness
Go hard. Whip this
I'm the kid who just started from the middle
Don't be surprised when I end up at the finish