Nico Santana Lyrics

(I love you so fucking much)

Hey, how you doing

It's me, Nico

Free you

What

What

What

What

Aye, slatt

Slatt

Yeah Yeah

Yeah Yeah

Let's go, Let's go, Let's go, Let's go, Let's go, Let's go

Not touching these bitches (These bitches)

Uh huh

Mulaan on the fitted (The fitted)

Uh huh

Came up and I did it (I did)

Uh huh

Pull up and he shitted (shitted)

Uh huh

Mulaan you so awesome, okay shorty you know I get it

She shitty cause I smoke a blunt when I hit it

Mulaan got the baddest bitches in the city

I only want money you know that I'm greedy

Back from the dead, almost lost my head

Heart so cold from the tears I shed

Pretty boy don't fight, Glock 9 leave 'em dead

Got all type of hoes and they all giving head

Now I'll never fold, no I never been a fed

My niggas pull up with a arm and a leg

Kavo, Tay Tay, made the nigga see red

I remember days trapping right out of the bed

Balenci the shoes, black Ksubi's the legs

Rick Owens the jacket, I did it again

I off the lil' nigga, I did it in advance

I got the lil' hoe want to get in my pants

We rocking Margiela while boolin' in France

Recouping, we stupid, the wok is advanced

The codeine to strong, take it to the dome

I'm holding two phones while I'm up in the sky

COMME des GARÇONS, The denim the Chrome

I do it alone, Mulaan you so fly

No you not that guy

You the same nigga got shot in his eye

Ruler clip hit him, he def gonna die

Ain't new to this, you the same nigga gone lie

Stay true to this, fuck that lil' hoe till she cry

You already know that lil' hoe wasn't mine (Yeah)

Off of the earth (The earth)

Don't fuck with niggas, you can't get a verse A Verse)

Fuck on yo bitch then I buy her a purse

Fuck with the gang, you gone ride in a hearse (A hearse)

Left touch nigga, bad bitch reverse

Dirty ass bitch can't touch this shirt (This shirt)

Bitch made nigga, put 'em dead in the dirt

She said you not doing it right if you don't make it hurt (Slatt)

Me and twizzo, we skurt in a benzo

You hearing the speakers rise to a crescendo

Me and lil' Nico, we trap out the bando

You play with my nigga, we hittin' the handles

All of my niggas tote 30's and 40's

Cause niggas be wylin', we blow out the candle

Kanye the sandal

Bad bitch she stay in Atlanta

Rockin' Vlone on my flannel

Slatt, Slatt