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Nasty C
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Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) Flaming Lambo, Lambos come alive hoe All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe Cause we can see that through with our eyes closed Oh you know better than to talk back My whole squad up in the building, you don't want that We look for money like we need to scratch our palms bad I wrote my wrongs and then they told me that my [?] I tried to tell you keep it real or keep it moving Went from aiming for the stars to shooting movies And now I get to go back to my hood To all the ones that used to laugh and be like "Hey broke bitch, how you doin'?" Still bullying, I used to be a nuisance Yeah I think of that And that movie scripture's wack I had to change, I couldn't stick to that So now it's finger snapped and picture snapped And now it's pasta on a Tuesday night I have to ask God if I'm moving right Cause now I can't go to church like I used to I have to call a pastor on a Tuesday night I only call pops like once a month And send something home like twice a month I passed out and forget about last night about 25 times a month Pops seeing women all around his son And he asked if I'll be wifing one It'll happen when the time is right But I don't know when the right time will come I'm having good times only And sometimes good is not holy I haven't even touched the good book And a nigga reads it like a cook book Said the recipe to the foul enemies is found in the good book When your soul is empty just turn to it Have no doubt in the good book I got real ones in my good books Not a single page for errors We always in and out the banks, cause they deserve our appearance I'm breaking bread with my breadwinners And man, two of 'em are parents So that's no room for errors I hope their kids grow to hear us Cause I swear to God Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) Flaming Lambo, Lambos come alive hoe All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) Ain't nobody fucking with my squad (No) All the hatin' shit can step aside hoe Cause we can see that through with our eyes closed Ok, Ok No way, no way Ok, Ok No way, no way Ok, Ok No way, no way Ok, Ok No way, no way
Writer(s): Nsikayesizwe Ngcobo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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