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Nardo Wick

Gotham City (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

 

Gotham City (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)

(альбом: Who Is Nardo Wick? - 2021)


Onokey fully loaded

All our feelings gone, we don't show no pitty
Hit the door, ain't tryna talk, just let me see yo' titties
Shoot at the group and make 'em dance
We turn opps diddy
It get scary where I'm from, this shit like Gotham City
Mmm, Gotham City
Mmm, Gotham City
Mmm, Gotham City

This shit like Gotham City, we the villains
They ain't be tryna slide without me, that shit hurt my feelings
They like, "You got too much to lose, don't need to do no drillings"
Laugh in they face, hop in that car
Like, let's go and touch a ceiling
This that rough rider shit, I'm tryna break the wheel
Switching, swerving lanes, my bitch say, "Jesus, take the wheel" (Grrah)
Toni pop a X, look like an owl on them pills
When Toni on that X, all he talk about is, "Kill, kill"
I hit two phone, like what's the move?
I hang with shit from the zoo
I got opps that's overdue
Catch him, "Du-du-du-du-du"
It's rats in there know that them ain't shoot
Talk a lot, that shit ain't cool
Just play like one, I ain't no fool
Turn me up, I'm in that mood
Tell the opps we villains, in the 'hood, we heroes
Fill up the whip with shots, look like a bunch of zeroes
I just got four more switches, gave 'em to my lil' bro
In Chicago with one of 'em, bitch, I feel like DRose
Ho hit me like, "Where you been"
She must miss what's in my pants
Pull up, eat what's in my pants
Come back tomorrow, eat again
Where the parents? They finna land
Pocket chop', that F&N
Chop a opp and his friends
Know a lot of bloody men

All our feelings gone, we don't show no pitty
Hit the door, ain't tryna talk, just let me see yo' titties
Shoot at the group and make 'em dance
We turn opps different
It get scary where I'm from, this shit like Gotham City (Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Mmm, Gotham City
Mmm, Gotham City
Mmm, Gotham City
Mmm, Gotham City

Like Gotham City (Grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah, grrah)

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