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Bundle Up
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Bundle Up fue lanzado el 15 de junio de 2017 por Nino Man como parte del álbum Better Late Than Never
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Fecha de lanzamiento15 de junio de 2017
Sello discográficoNino Man
IdiomaEnglish
Melodía
Nivel de sonidos acústicos
Valence
Capacidad para bailar
Energía
BPM89

Créditos

Letra

I still hustle til' the sun come up
I'm from Harlem so my ones still up, it's a cold winter
I'm selling dope, getting bundles off
Same block we got money, we had rumbles off
Back then, they used to wish me well
But they ain't know I used to wish as well
I was stealing quarters out the wishing well
It was real back then, I was a different male
Bitches wouldn't fuck me cuz I used to kiss and tell
You damn right I did it my ****
Use to call the homies like "Yo, I hit it my ****"
I'm Nino Man, you know these hoes be winning my ****
She wanna count money but no, I shouldn't my ****
I was making money off the block like (?)
Always kept a burner in the building where the mail be
Mail man asked where I get it, he like "tell me"
I'm like "****, please, just tell me when I get mail, B"
If you from the streets, real **** heard you
Came from the sewer like a Ninja Turtle
Ya'll know Nino Man always speak the realist
But I'ma let the big bro, Freeway kill this
Ex drug dealers, from Bandles to Villas
They seen a pick, they wonder what the deal is
They said I need a grip, they said "it's no sweat
You bomb Funk Flex and stay next to them 5 peelers"
Check my credentials, 100 million later, joint venture the same
Label was Al-Qaeda
From the benches to world stardom, my crew made it
No, we can't go cuz we so soulful like Miles Davis
Down the way, I sold rocks to my neighbors
Now, I'ma rockstar, repped the ROC on stages
Had to switch up the cadence to stack up my wages
It's a given, need that college tuition for the babies
On a daily, had 3 wings, fried rice and gravy
Used to push squadders, now we ride Mercedes
Used to rhyme for free but now, ya'll gotta pay me
Boy, I'm straight stuntin'; Kayslay me
Haters wanna lay me, mad cuz the radio play me
These people wanna DOA me
That's why I keep the jammy everywhere I go
Coming for them grammy's like my **** from Chicago
It's your chance, better go hard as I go
Nice with the hands, hit ya'll **** wit a combo
Still knocking **** off their high horse; Tonto
I'm Roc Nation's muscle, head honcho
We vacate at Brussels; eat Waffles
We law low in the Bay cuz we Mobsters, ****
Written by: Freeway, Nino Man
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