NaniiBoii - Ịntoxịcated / ӾӾӾ (feat. RockoDaBandman)

That lil' bitch bougie, that bitch, she a diva
E-A-T, that lil' bitch a eater
Got two G's when I walk in my sneakers
Y'all can't see me I feel like John Cena
Green like salad, I'm countin' this Caesar
These niggas hate me, I don't know the reason
My nigga keep that heat like a demon
Got a bad ass bitch, she drank my semen

White on my cup my drink purple like Frieza
Uhhh, goin' over the meter
I got the racks, but boy, I need a Visa
Send you to the surgeon, nigga, for procedure
Twelve rounds in the clip, tote a ruler like teacher
Give you wings like you blessed, I send you to the preacher
If you step on my kicks, put yo' brain on my sneaker
Hit you with the Galick Gun like I'm Vegeta

These niggas fake, these niggas snake, these niggas slitherin', hell yeah
Got two bitches, givin' me head, while they scissorin', hell yeah
I got this thot, and she wet, this bitch so slippery, hell yeah
She love Nanii, wet like Dasani, I put my dick in her, hell yeah
Big ol' titties, big ol' booty, I got a thick bitch
Big ol' mouth, long ass tongue, she tryna lick dick
My bitches bisexual
My dick is so edible, oh yeah
Fuckin' these thots
It look like we wrestlin', oh yeah
She givin' we top, yeah
I flex like the rock, yeah
I count up a lot, yeah
I'm never gon' stop, yeah

I know she a little hoe
She wanna bring me the dough
I'm finna kick down the door
Everybody on the floor
Diamonds, they cleaner than soap
Diamonds, they cleaner than soap
Soul in the wind, let it blow
Where did he go, I don't know
Gas in my lungs, they got smoke
Turn that nigga to a ghost

I got this Glock, make you get ghost
Countin' all these knots, I got this toast
Bro got the Wock' from the pharmacy store
And I smoke a lot, you could smell in my clothes
And I got a pump and I shoot like D-Rose
All these pussy niggas be fake like shows
At a red light, my niggas just go
Got a grrr, bow, my niggas tote poles
RockoDaBandman and NaniiBoii, we is the hell boys, send you to hell, boy, that's what I Said, boy
We got that lead, boy, aim at your head, boy, fill you with lead, boy, now you a dead boy
Brudda in Texas, that nigga be sippin on Wock' or the Tris
My nigga got heat and that nigga want smoke and he don't give a fuck who it is

Don't give a fuck, could be anybody
I heard that, that nigga was speakin' on me
You could get killed, just for speakin' homie
These niggas be fakin', and yeah, they phony
And bitch, I got metal my arm, so I feel like I'm Tony
Montana, that bitch look like Hannah, the white in her nose, man that shit, it snowy snowy, yeah
So I came in with my heater
That bitch, she singin' just like Justin Beiber
You know that bitch be a eater
Shoot like I'm Agent Arenas
Wait, huh, that nigga kiss her- fuck
You cannot see me like Cena
I turn the streets to arena
She spin on the dick, 360, just like ballerina
I know that bitch is a cheater
She do what I say just like follow the leader

Written by:
NaniiBoii, Nanii boii

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