Keatoure - Nova Scotia Lyrics

Head cold game, nova scotia, I thought I told you
Not in my range, not in my rover
Lil bitch it's over
Get under skin, and then it's over
Stay wet, no floater
They hating, burnt, and i'm the toaster
On necks, no choker
Oh I been that h**, i'm something that you can't be
Peanut butter Benz, with two knockers in the backseat
I'm bussing through this bitch like some tight pants, or the damn seam
Baby tee, some low rise jeans, he on my body as you can damn see
I'm popping like a jigga, but this blunt finna relax me
I'm pumped just like some tits, no bustier, i'm super fancy
If you with it, take that d***, don't be running like a track meet
A country hood bitch, from the dirt roads to the backstreets,
And h** I been that, bitch i got yo n*** tryna dap me
H** you know that he attached, like a bad hip, don't attack me
Stay fly i'm where you can't go
I'll tie a bitch just like a knit tho
These bitches tryna sis me, told these bitches we not kin tho
These rappers tryna diss me, told bitches bring they best h**
I'm bad all by myself, so respect me, like your kin folk
Read a bitch, i'm out here flexing,
So you know that i can bang her
Head knocking, yeah these rappers cannot flow and can't make bangerz
I'm adored. and i'm a star, so your n*** called me spangled
I'm on these bitches necks, they outta breathe, yeah they strangled Can't tie the knot with me, uh uh boy we not entangled
Your trade, he at the bottom I saved his number under cankle
If i'm a chop, then someone owes me the new lambo
If you talk shit, back it up, because that nigga is a damn h**
I'm in my bag, these other bitches dumpster diving for a tote
Monkey see, you bitches doing, what the man does in the middle
If you with it, talk yo s*** these other bitches are some riddles
Someone should really get the doc, this h** just say doing too little
Lil bitch, yeah you a joke
You said you seen me but never spoke
In the section, pointing out,
But you not brave enough to poke,
Any bitch who got my dick up in they mouth,
Can just go choke
You can't get under my skin, so get in line
Just like some coke
Head cold game, nova scotia, I thought I told you
Not in my range, not in my rover
Lil bitch it's over
Get under skin, and then it's over
Stay wet, no floater
They hating, burnt, and i'm the toaster
On necks, no choker
Head cold game, nova scotia, I thought I told you
Not in my range, not in my rover
Lil bitch it's over
Get under skin, and then it's over
Stay wet, no floater
They hating, burnt, and i'm the toaster
On necks, no choker