Nikki Flores

Nikki Flores - No Bueno

rate me

Step out the crib lots of bitches

Dusty ass bitches be right out in my shit

You fucking consumers can die on clit

I’m winning on bitches who dying to quit.

I’m winning on bitches, I’m eating these switches

I’m hunting these hoes so they slitting their wrist

So they slitting they wrists with the hands on the Bible

Yelling out, “Angel I’m so suicidal!”

I’m not here fucking with hoes

But I got these bitches on smash

You see they think I’m not in control

Until I put my foot in their ass.

And I’m running right through on my gun and I’m killing,

I’m serving these hoes like a fucking religion

You bitches is over, I’m fucking pretending

You niggas is bitches, I’m done and you finished

Yeah, niggas talking what they ain’t suppose to

My bitches out here on that old school, old school

They’re running digits, what they told to

Hook:

Oh, oh the situation is below me

I’m your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me!

I’m switch it up bitches complaining with the old me

They catch up, they catch up, cause you don’t owe me!

Bitches, you want me

Cause you know, you know, you know

You’re always shadow chasing

That’s when we know, we know

I wonder why you’re waiting here,

Cause you know, you know

You’re always shadow chasing

Bitches, you want me!

Bitches, you want me!

Uh, uh, never gave a fuck about a nigga

Grew up n my city just surrounded by my bitches

All about me, myself and me, no lie

Money over every fucking thing for life

Y’all bitches don’t make no sense, no

Y’all niggas don’t make no sense

I’m trying to put hoes on a mother fucking main road

But just stay on that old shit

And say, say, praise God!

Bitches keep your day job!

I hit em with the tats and I break the bitches necks

And no I won’t, I can’t stop

And I’mma keep going

Now don’t be waiting til the brain stop

And bitch I fit like I’m prepping the heat

Waving all of y'all shit just ain’t so

Yeah, niggas talking what they ain’t suppose to

My bitches out here on that old school, old school

They’re running digits, what they told to

Hook:

Oh, oh the situation is below me

I’m your fucking motivation, bitch, you own me!

I’m switch it up bitches complaining with the old me

They catch up, they catch up, cause you don’t owe me!

Bitches, you want me

Cause you know, you know, you know

You’re always shadow chasing

That’s when we know, we know

I wonder why you’re waiting here,

Cause you know, you know

You’re always shadow chasing

Bitches, you want me!

Bitches, you want me!

Bitch you out here running on my ends only

Bitches is playing over you bitches

The same fuck what you saying,

The shit that I spit is insane, our glow has got this on frame

All of you bitches get hit by them niggas

Who hit on yo bitches and called it a train

Bros can’t remember yo name

What the fuck is you saying, bitch?

All you bitches be like HML’s

Be hoes with no infidels

Run this shit like the bass is runner

Plus I’m eating bitches up like bucks for dinner

And I’m eating bitches up like so cool

Then I’m fitting bitches up like oh cool

Man I hit them bitches up with the mac ten

Cause they know I got them pro tools, bitch!

Yeah, niggas talking what they ain’t suppose to

My bitches out here on that old school, old school

They’re running digits, what they told to

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