Nina G - Gelato

Ay its Nina G
They be lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Gelato gelato gelato gelato
I want generational wealth not trauma
Keepin' far away from all the drama
I go to therapy, I want to grow
I don't got time to stay low
So many places I've called home
Adapting to cultures makin' me grown
Hackney, Shibuya, Marais, Bed Stuy living
Boy you can't play no tricks on me I ain't forgiving
I'm European
The kind that actually speak the language
So international, I pick up all the lingo
All the slang like lang and nyash
And bruv and gassed
Aubrey babe you're not Italiano
Sotto Sotto my ass, you from Toronto
Sei pronto per pagare il mio conto
He ask me how to speak Italian like a local
I make him go loco
They be lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
But don't worry, you really don't need no Drake
I can take you to Croatia babe
I got a house down in Turks n Caic'
Come all the way to Milan only to go to Nobu
So you're not that cool you're actually a loser
I don't need your contacts, I got my own
I don't ride for clout
That's for them stupid bitches that can only open they mouth
Millions of followers but can't tell me what you do
Who even are you?
Would you survive without the gram?
Could you thrive without the gram?
Come on boy grow up be a man
What you even bring to the table?
Cause all I see is you disrupting my peace
And stressing me. I'm good sexually. Financially
What I need you for anyways?
I'm a skinny bitch in fact
I don't need no fat ass to get them boys on my back
They be lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Get off your knees boy, don't beg, you looking petty
But I'll admit your head between my legs is looking pretty
I don't follow trends
I make 'em
I'm up on their mood boards
While you out here hatin'
I'm in my Martine or maybe Marine
Feeling pristine, nah' mean
My uncle down in Bosnia used to say
Nina why you running with the gangsters
But he didn't know they be running with me
Taking rides on their D's like Ducati
Rolling blunts in the back of the Bugatti
Just playin' we riding them 90's Benz
Pullin' up to the river for some bocce and lamb
Riverside au naturel, I don't need no makeup
While yo girl need all that cake to keep her face up
They be lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
Ya
Lining up for a lick
I got gelato in this truck
Ya
Gelato gelato gelato gelato
You suck like deep throat
Not me though, I'm the goat
We was like savages, a three way
Mans do whatever I say
They wear the pants, I wear the belt
Croatian Lotta Volkova in the house
I'm a model
The kind that actually walk the runway
Where I'm from them three stripes were in
Before that Balenci hit
Ooooh back home for a bit
Drifting through the GTA
No not the game
I'm talking greater Toronto
I fly in and out though
Booked and busy in Milano
Get a lick in while you can

Written by:
Nikolina Granic

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