Nikko Rogers - How We Comin'

Killa speaks
Aye Look
Dese niccas tryna rap like me
They biting my sound
I do dis for fun
You do dis shit all the time
Yo bitch on my line
I don't got the time
I rather buss moves
I fell in love with the grind
The whip that I'm in
Is one of a kind
Dis bitch cost a hunnit
Its the top of the line
Stay smoking that oowee
The top of the line
I started my own wave
Didn't wait in no lines
I stay in my own shit
I started a line
It's a list to be on dis dick
Go get in that line
I come to yo party
Start bussing out lines
Yo boyfriend a rapper
he started bussing out rhymes
I bussed out dyin
laughing at his ass
Wit dem shop gold chains
But he rapping bout that cash
Shit ain't adding up
I rarely see you niccas in the bank that much
But den again
Dat ain't my bidness
A slight introduction
But you niccas know
Exactly how we coming, aye
For the win
How we play it
How we coming, aye
Big rims when we skate
How we coming, aye
Rose by the case
How we coming, aye
Might just throw it in yo face
How we coming, aye
Bakery's of that cake
How we coming, aye
Always first
Neva late
How we coming, aye
Did dis shit in one take
How we coming, aye
How we coming, aye
How we coming aye
How we coming, aye

Written by:
Nikko Rogers

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