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Nardo Freestyle Video (MV)




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Language: English




A-Dub - Nardo Freestyle Lyrics




Yea (yea, yea, oh)
Mm

Yea its been some time since a nigga felt alive
Wanna know what it's like dying, while I'm holding out this iron
Hollow point, metal jacket, that bump stock stock rapid fire
She like you been to jail? I'm like bitch what you trying for

Imma put it all in yo chest, and have you screaming like you Mariah
Griping all on your neck, and whispering about my prior
Finger all on the trigger, I cock back now watch it slide in
You can tell that's fully loaded, so I keep that right beside me

Niggas really want it, different when it's due or die
Y'all talk bout being outside, but I hang round them suit and ties
Talk bout dirty money, and I smell Chanel number 5
How they wash with real estate, jewelry, nail salon

Man that new pact on the way, that Faragamo, Gucci slides
Concierge out here tripping, tenant ain't say that it arrived
First time i seen 50k, ATM on my mind
Why don't you let me step inside, we can make this worth your wild

Man I'm really bout my business, we dun done what y'all done tried
Niggas all on my line, like let's link up for a rhyme
Man you niggas all on some pussy shit, just compromising they pride
Man these niggas all wanna hang, go kick it with your child

Cause she say she want her lips did, blowing bubbles all on my dick and shit
Know these shade is vintage, watch herself swallow all my kids and shit
Know that pussy taste good, cause its been mine for like a decade
Blue all in yo Facebook, in between her legs like nutmeg

I got bottles all in my backseat, you left fluid all on my weather tech
Love acting all innocent, but I love it when you get nasty
Love I ain't gotta say nothing she cum fast like a heart throb
Man I drop the hammer like a lumberjack cause she inna that like a dot com

Trap phone out here blinging nigga, man my stock up like the Dow Jones
Ain't talking bout no money nigga, you gon f*ck around get that dial tone
I got money in this Ralph Lauren, know it attract that pussy print
Since we talking bout money nigga man you know how much that pussy print?

Yea I'm feeling fine like polyester to silk (yea)
Talking bout 45 the caliber up in the clip (yea)
Know my mind melted, cause I'm on a tab of acid
All that f*cking fake shit, niggas go take that back home

Cause she say she want her lips did, blowing bubbles all on my dick and shit
Know these shade is vintage, watch herself swallow all my kids and shit
Know that pussy taste good, cause its been mine for like a decade
Blue all in yo Facebook, in between her legs like nutmeg
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English

Yea (yea, yea, oh)
Mm

Yea its been some time since a nigga felt alive
Wanna know what it's like dying, while I'm holding out this iron
Hollow point, metal jacket, that bump stock stock rapid fire
She like you been to jail? I'm like bitch what you trying for

Imma put it all in yo chest, and have you screaming like you Mariah
Griping all on your neck, and whispering about my prior
Finger all on the trigger, I cock back now watch it slide in
You can tell that's fully loaded, so I keep that right beside me

Niggas really want it, different when it's due or die
Y'all talk bout being outside, but I hang round them suit and ties
Talk bout dirty money, and I smell Chanel number 5
How they wash with real estate, jewelry, nail salon

Man that new pact on the way, that Faragamo, Gucci slides
Concierge out here tripping, tenant ain't say that it arrived
First time i seen 50k, ATM on my mind
Why don't you let me step inside, we can make this worth your wild

Man I'm really bout my business, we dun done what y'all done tried
Niggas all on my line, like let's link up for a rhyme
Man you niggas all on some pussy shit, just compromising they pride
Man these niggas all wanna hang, go kick it with your child

Cause she say she want her lips did, blowing bubbles all on my dick and shit
Know these shade is vintage, watch herself swallow all my kids and shit
Know that pussy taste good, cause its been mine for like a decade
Blue all in yo Facebook, in between her legs like nutmeg

I got bottles all in my backseat, you left fluid all on my weather tech
Love acting all innocent, but I love it when you get nasty
Love I ain't gotta say nothing she cum fast like a heart throb
Man I drop the hammer like a lumberjack cause she inna that like a dot com

Trap phone out here blinging nigga, man my stock up like the Dow Jones
Ain't talking bout no money nigga, you gon f*ck around get that dial tone
I got money in this Ralph Lauren, know it attract that pussy print
Since we talking bout money nigga man you know how much that pussy print?

Yea I'm feeling fine like polyester to silk (yea)
Talking bout 45 the caliber up in the clip (yea)
Know my mind melted, cause I'm on a tab of acid
All that f*cking fake shit, niggas go take that back home

Cause she say she want her lips did, blowing bubbles all on my dick and shit
Know these shade is vintage, watch herself swallow all my kids and shit
Know that pussy taste good, cause its been mine for like a decade
Blue all in yo Facebook, in between her legs like nutmeg
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