Jah Jr. - Nicorette (feat. Tommy T$unami)

Yeah
Jah (Junya)
Bitch (Pussy)
Yeah (Yeah)
Ha (Ha)
These boys on Nicorette I swear they want no smoke
Posted in them trenches, we been with it from the door
I got cousins and they blooded, know some crips and know some folk
Either way them niggas trained to go
These boys on Nicorette I swear they want no smoke
Posted in them trenches, we been with it from the door
I got cousins and they blooded, know some crips and know some folk
Either way them niggas trained to go
Yeah, suckas begging for attention
Claim they packin' but they lackin' what they rappin' in they lyrics
Niggas say that want that action, but they cappin' like a fitted
For that cash they get you whacked then double back to say they did it
Niggas hatin' on the clique, talm bout they want some
They ain't really saying shit, cuz they ain't ever did nun
The same niggas with the shits be the same niggas with the runs
That's word to my nigga Ab, they on ya ass just for fun
Aye Don't talk about it fuck boy be about it ha
Told em if he really bout, it bitch come see about me
Nigga claimin' he a G until my patnas beat it out him ha
Heard them boys anemic so they keep that heat around em' ha
Yeeeaaaahhhh
These boys on Nicorette I swear they want no smoke
Posted in them trenches, we been with it from the door
I got cousins and they blooded, know some crips and know some folk
Either way them niggas trained to go
These boys on Nicorette I swear they want no smoke
Posted in them trenches, we been with it from the door
I got cousins and they blooded, know some crips and know some folk
Either way them niggas trained to go
A murda(Shhhh)
Did a whole lotta shit I can't say in a song
Everybody know my reputation long, smokin' on scout nigga and it's strong
Say that he trappin' he doing it wrong, crash out, I'm accident prone
I get the top then I'm gone. Old head junkies still hittin' my phone
Big dog I bury the bone, big Glock and that bitch two tone
Goodbye, I'm sending him home, nigga play with the gang catch one in the dome
If I catch a body I'm moving to Rome, ball on these niggas, Jerome (Bettis)
Me and broke niggas cannot get along, your bitch won't leave me alone
VVS 'round my neck and they cold, I'm from the place where that work get sold
Put it on me tell em drop off the load, speak on my name nigga must be bold
I'm with the locs on Ponte Grove, I'm on the river with my bloody rolls
I be in the country with my kinfolk, really got rank you don't want no smoke
Ain't gon rap diss, let it go, crew coochie down nigga you a hoe
Been having this shit since way before, came a long way from going door to door
They think I'm a rapper they really don't know
Nigga get wrapped up on the low, that boy gotta pack it up gotta go
We closin' ya trap down in the Mo
Racks on me now, bitch who broke? You looking for food bitch you a roach
I'm sendin' a blitz nigga I'm the coach, I got a baby Glock in my coat
Ya bitch wanna hang, I ain't got a rope, I ran outta weed still had coke
I started with crumbs, ran up a loaf, when OG's spoke I took notes
Used to cut class just to cut dope, I don't know shit nigga hell no
Smokin' on cookie it's from Melrose, know that I step hard, shell toe
They know that I'm strapped nigga velcro
They know that the Glock got a leg and a elbow
I'm throwing a bullet, Tim Tebow, I'm shooting at niggas Henrico

Written by:
Johnny Howard Jr., Tommy T$unami

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