Naledge - Fiona Apple lyrics

rate me

Money on my mind, bitch is on my dick,

Money on my mind, bitch is on my dick

East side nigga I’m on the paper ride,

Jeffrey boulevard know what takes about

These record exist, they’re tryin’ to take em out

But my rappers A1, like the stake is out

Feel like rap niggas on some hoe shit,

Like they G stringing in their whole dick,

I’m a crown man, never hold the hand of another nigga

Just a cup of liquor, and I get to go in

Any, I get to flow in, color couple bitches, nigga get the trousers

Turn the studio to a movie set,

I’m ‘bout to blow up, I just ain’t do it yet.

My nigga, I’m sick of you my nigga,

??? do it anyway

Tell the world in the light of the day

Did you need me baby?

if you would need my .. claim, you’re a ..

Used to read the source switchin’ I could be a rapper,

Not really knowin’ what I’m seeking after,

Now I’m in the club is up and see them niggas actors,

Now I’m thinking niggas need to see the pastor,

Lord save my soul I ain’t living right,

Lord save my soul, I’m just here to die,

Popped a couple molly tryin to see the light,

Poured a little goose, mixed it with the sprite

And it’s drinking goon, catch a nigga one day

But for now we’re catching flights, upon the one way

City to city, telly to telly, known in my city hood like a belly belly

Why you make me sick of you my nigga?

??? , I don’t want you saved my heart

Tell the world in the light of the day

Did you need me baby?

If you would need my .. claim, you’re a ..