Nashawn - A Huned lyrics

rate me

Yo, I got request for the yayo, shooters on the payroll

Pocket's full of Pecos, Nash he's the best like

Watch dog, stay froze, clap friends and foes

Your eyes, she close, they close, my dawgs stay close

I'm gunning for a white rose, driving in a white Rove

I'm liver then and hotter then, live on the white gold

See I should go for President; them hoes will hit the pole

You see me in that strip club; them hoes fall of the pole

My whole team glittery, stunning in rose gold

Them niggas looking shity and know we won't fold

Nash, Nashawn was my mothafucking name, base

Stay calm, here's two to your fucking face

Money Machine, them hoes call me love place

See I'm a hood nigga on mad drug space

You wish you was like me without a damn case

I leave dawgs unsolved without a damn trace

You see that .44 long it's just a man fate

It ain't no reason to show up to that man's wake

Cash by the abundance, murder by the hundreds

'99 niggas dunn got it, now who want it huh?

This my year it feels like '95

That's when I realized the world was mine

I'm doing fine, just a lil' more wine and dine

And crack crab and fuck your hoes at the same time

A lil' more lab, chopping more slabs

Now I'm jumping in the Lincoln, no more calling cabs

Nashbroham Lincoln, I got a quarter of stash

That's a quarter of a million, y'all niggas can't add

Yeah, it's the future, I'm the nicest

Nashbroham Lincoln, Jungle George Washington

Nasir Jones, Money Machine Records, the movement

Let's get it, let's get it