Nigga Song Lyrics

Walk up in this bitch and catch a vibe, Roll tide

You know I'm cleaner than some Tide, We the Mob

And everything I'm spittin fire, tell me ima lie

Can't be scared ta fail gotta try, praises to Allah

I been goin nuts like I'm a cashew, I know that cash rules

Everything around me that moves, Ima die as that dude

I gotta eat, I'm gettin fat too, dark skinned black dude

Go through the pain like it's a tattoo, My scars black/blue

Hop up in the booth I'm going ignorant

Bitch I'm nigga rich, I got nigga money

I got nigga kids, this the nigga song

Where my niggas is

You take care of home, that's some real nigga shit

I still eat my hot flamins with cheese

I ain't stressin Cause I do dis shit with ease, It's a blessin when you up a couple G's

Tell them boys I'm out they league, Cause I'm the coach

Thats why they bitches on my wood, Like they some Mulch

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Pop out I be fresher than some Crest on yo breathe

I don't even got no stylist but can dress, I be fresh

I don't like them Yeezys boost cause they Mesh, Ima mess

Know a bitch that's selling pussy and her sister selling quest

Soon as we fall out he prolly holla at my ex

And if I go ta jail he'll prolly ask my lady for some sex

Rolling up a KD I ain't talking Brooklyn Nets

And If you ain't talkin bout money, Don't talk to me about shit u lil bitch

Hop up in the booth I'm going ignorant

Bitch I'm nigga rich, I got nigga money

I got nigga kids, this the nigga song

Where my niggas is

You take care of home, that's some real nigga shit

I'm on they ass I got my foot up on they necks huh

Aye I got Now nigga don't care about who next up

Handle my business thankful I ain't gotta dress up

You put up 10 percent I spend the 10 and put the rest up

I'm bouta crack the code, bouta get in mode, niggas know I'm cold

I got flows, Ima heavy hitter like we throwin blows,

I explode like a soda can when the freezer closed

Took the load then I did my dance, watch da money grow

I ain't never payin back dem fuckin student loans

They done put em all on hold so they done quit callin my phone

Fuck coronavirus I got problems of my own

I been stackin up my chicken jus in case sum go wrong

Hop up in the booth I'm going ignorant

Bitch I'm nigga rich, I got nigga money

I got nigga kids, this the nigga song

Where my niggas is

You take care of home, that's some real nigga shit