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Nu Chain
550
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nu Chain adlı parça {albumName} albümünün bir parçası olarak Text Me Records tarafından 6 Kasım 2019 tarihinde yayınlandıLevel
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Çıkış Tarihi6 Kasım 2019
FirmaText Me Records
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Melodiklik
Akustiklik
Valence
Dans Edilebilirlik
Enerji
BPM65

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tia Nomore
Tia Nomore
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tia Nomore
Tia Nomore
Composer

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I nee— I nee— I need to go shopping, okay
Uh, I been thinking 'bout copping
That necklace, that chain, with the matching set of rings
Uh, with my name on it, my name
Yeah, fuck around and throw my whole damn name on it
I might fuck around and throw my whole damn name
Gotta throw the bling on it, uh-huh
Yeah, I had to do my thing on it, new chain
Okay, uh-huh, I been thinking 'bout copping on the real though
I'm on my Juicy J today, I put the thing in first gear though
I just woke up and rolled up like gyro
Look, love when I look in the mirror though
I see a sav, I'm not mad
Even when I be in my bag, I can still inspire the mass
My jeweler only take cash
And she blind your ass when she laugh
She make the money do magic
Turn a vision into new fashion
Lights off, but I'm flashing
I got three chains on and they clashing
Look, ain't nobody looking for a stand-in
So don't talk to me when I'm dancing
I'm on my way to my new chain
I'm too blessed, not stressed, can't complain
Not concerned with other things
I just put a deposit down on a dream ring
Since Lil Wayne, I been on bling-bling
Lil' China Town, got plugs on things
Crack your tape, the chains don't change
Ten more karats in my neck, bitch, yeah
I nee— I nee— I need to go shopping, okay
Uh, I been thinking 'bout copping
That necklace, that chain, with the matching set of rings
Uh, with my name on it, my name
Yeah, fuck around and throw my whole damn name on it
I might fuck around and throw my whole damn name
Gotta throw the bling on it, uh-huh
Yeah, I had to do my thing on it, new chain
Verse two, Los Blutz
Ice on my neck say, "Tierra Claudette"
I might just flood out my family crest
You bitches can't even spell baguettes
I'm finna slide on you wetter than wet
Chasing a check then lacing my neck
**** love Nike 'cause it's 'bout a check
I'ma stay hyphy without internet
Bling out my mouth 'cause I'm talking loud
Doing my thing, coming Tupac
Got my chains on and I'm dancing in rain
Y'all boys a shame, under your chain
Neck turning green, can't be unseen
I keep it player, I might gotta layer
I'm in this bitch just beaming on haters
Back on the wrist and I'm flipping my hair
Bitch is my size, it's a pregnancy scare
Where? Too rare
Going together like hi-hat and snare
Mm, counting the day, bitch, I solemnly swear
Ooh, when I piece it together, ****, I'ma change the weather
Looking in the mirror like, "No one greater"
Feeling like Storm in a punk ass headdress
I nee— I nee— I need to go shopping, okay
Uh, I been thinking 'bout copping
That necklace, that chain, with the matching set of rings
Uh, with my name on it, my name
Yeah, fuck around and throw my whole damn name on it
I might fuck around and throw my whole damn name
Gotta throw the bling on it, uh-huh
Written by: Tia Nomore
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