G Nikes歌詞

[00:00.000] 作詞 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Horace Walls/Andrew Roettger/Taurus Bartlett
[00:05.190] I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
[00:10.550] I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked, I’m wicked
[00:13.941] Ayy V, light 'em up
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[00:15.892] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[00:18.855] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[00:21.951] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[00:25.096] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
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[00:28.048] I ain't gay but fell love in with Benjamin's (Fell in love)
[00:31.168] She say, "Nardo, daddy, you taste just like cinnamon" (You taste good, ayy)
[00:34.660] I forget her name, I'ma call her "Ceiling fan" (She blowin' you)
[00:37.570] Baby, he lied to you, that boy has never killed a man (Never killed no man)
[00:41.145] One step, two step, three steps, stomp (Stomp)
[00:44.078] Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
[00:46.966] They said it was red alert, until I shot, now he support Trump (Hat red)
[00:50.320] See that boy in traffic, blow at him, ain't talkin' 'bout a ****
[00:53.520] (Ayy V, light 'em up)
[00:53.962] Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Ayy)
[00:57.011] FN, Glock nine's, AR's, K (Yeah)
[01:00.196] Kick ****, hands up, walk too safe
[01:02.811] Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a face?
[01:06.022] Why would I aim it at his body? Ain't that boy got a head?
[01:09.216] I'm tryna shoot this same shot, I'm tryna leave 'em dead
[01:12.660] I told you I know magic, turn his white shirt red
[01:15.894] I'm a natural savage, I don't need no meds
[01:19.044] The wicked on shit, who the **** have sex?
[01:22.477] Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I leave his ass dead
[01:25.640] Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I rearrange his head
[01:28.844] Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I-, spread
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[01:32.048] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[01:35.105] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[01:38.208] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[01:41.260] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[01:44.284] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[01:47.605] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[01:50.920] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[01:53.736] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
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[01:56.997] We hit your party, guard your ***** (Ha)
[01:59.069] In here turnt with Nardo Wick (*****)
[02:00.553] Pop outside, squad your blick (Boom)
[02:02.211] High speed, left, and I go sick (Skrrt)
[02:03.744] **** my opps, they not on shit (*****)
[02:05.307] Punt his head, this Glock gon' kick (Boom, boom)
[02:06.974] Ghost, all read, then shot more bricks
[02:08.436] He got hot, he not gon' miss (GK, man)
[02:10.070] Tryna but the hell block in the blunt
[02:11.699] Better attention when ****in' this pump
[02:13.207] Leave him red top like he honorin' Trump
[02:14.767] Killers all in the car, here we come
[02:16.378] He like to front on the net like he gansta', I know the real you actually soft (You a *****)
[02:19.382] Four nickel knock off your head when we kill you, just 'cause you niggas be cappin' it off (Boom)
[02:22.655] He play with us, then we knock out his brains, I'm tryna see what he actually thought (Ha)
[02:25.574] Bro call me when he score for the gang, he torch an opp, he was happy he caught (Gang, gang)
[02:28.684] Trench got a blick, then your life is in danger, hole in one, like he practicing golf (Brrr, baow)
[02:31.869] I know they hate I'm gettin' this paper, right to the bank, I be laughing it off, ***** (Ha)
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[02:35.733] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[02:38.654] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[02:41.753] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[02:44.782] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****
[02:48.200] Skinny jeans, white tee, G Nikes, Glock
[02:51.304] Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
[02:54.493] She don't speak English, she speak gawk
[02:57.193] Said she wasn't hungry, still ate my ****