Текст песни Nico Santana - August $antan

(I love you so fucking much)
Hey, how you doing
It's me, Nico
Free you
What
What
What
What
Aye, slatt
Slatt
Yeah Yeah
Yeah Yeah
Let's go, Let's go, Let's go, Let's go, Let's go, Let's go

Not touching these bitches (These bitches)
Uh huh
Mulaan on the fitted (The fitted)
Uh huh
Came up and I did it (I did)
Uh huh
Pull up and he shitted (shitted)
Uh huh
Mulaan you so awesome, okay shorty you know I get it
She shitty cause I smoke a blunt when I hit it
Mulaan got the baddest bitches in the city
I only want money you know that I'm greedy
Back from the dead, almost lost my head
Heart so cold from the tears I shed
Pretty boy don't fight, Glock 9 leave 'em dead
Got all type of hoes and they all giving head
Now I'll never fold, no I never been a fed
My niggas pull up with a arm and a leg
Kavo, Tay Tay, made the nigga see red
I remember days trapping right out of the bed
Balenci the shoes, black Ksubi's the legs
Rick Owens the jacket, I did it again
I off the lil' nigga, I did it in advance
I got the lil' hoe want to get in my pants
We rocking Margiela while boolin' in France
Recouping, we stupid, the wok is advanced
The codeine to strong, take it to the dome
I'm holding two phones while I'm up in the sky
COMME des GARÇONS, The denim the Chrome
I do it alone, Mulaan you so fly
No you not that guy
You the same nigga got shot in his eye
Ruler clip hit him, he def gonna die
Ain't new to this, you the same nigga gone lie
Stay true to this, fuck that lil' hoe till she cry
You already know that lil' hoe wasn't mine (Yeah)
Off of the earth (The earth)
Don't fuck with niggas, you can't get a verse A Verse)
Fuck on yo bitch then I buy her a purse
Fuck with the gang, you gone ride in a hearse (A hearse)
Left touch nigga, bad bitch reverse
Dirty ass bitch can't touch this shirt (This shirt)
Bitch made nigga, put 'em dead in the dirt
She said you not doing it right if you don't make it hurt (Slatt)
Me and twizzo, we skurt in a benzo
You hearing the speakers rise to a crescendo
Me and lil' Nico, we trap out the bando
You play with my nigga, we hittin' the handles
All of my niggas tote 30's and 40's
Cause niggas be wylin', we blow out the candle
Kanye the sandal
Bad bitch she stay in Atlanta
Rockin' Vlone on my flannel

Slatt, Slatt