Lyrics:
on more than a nic' (yeah, bitch)
My Brooklyn bitch in the Garden, while we watchin' the Knicks (yeah-yeah)
Walk your bitch like a pit', dogshit by my hip
bye yea
We got the draces and the glocks and the k's we gone make 4th of July
Whippin that scat its like hunned the dash
Ion care bout her feelings I'm
molested
Get some hay, stick it in your urethra for some pain
Feel the pain, pain like pleasure
Hit the lever, go down that minecart???
Wait, he can't do
International, do the Lambada
Verse One: Greg Nice
Yes I'm the man with the mic in my hand
Give me elbow room, it's time to expand
Styles, that I be kickin is
want mo
They call in we come and drop 100 loads
Hmm boom boom boom we drop mo
Mhmm yeaaa
Go by myself don't have my goon do my dirty work
Buss that btc
name is Greg Nice I like to swing
Went to Canal Street I bought the dookie rings
After that, I bought a fur
Then I went to see the lady for a manicure
Get you hopin', make you beg for the third leg twice
'Cause I make it funky like my name was Greg Nice
Hit you off, then I'm ghost somethin' proper
music to these sounds
Taking shots of crown, doing donuts in a hellcat
Yea I really like that speeding on a track
Not in a scat, thinking bout shit from
Scuba Steve had the six shooter at the playground
Don't play around or get played around
I be smoking on them Runtz now
Suppressor on the gun so that
pack We really droppin' shit, in a fuckin' Scat
Cause I can't never take a L, cause I lose it all
Blow that nigga head back, in a fuckin' stall I'll
limitations
Concrete, concrete like Greg Street
Sufferin from a severe case of inner-city blues
I ain't got no clues to which directions I need to choose
painted just like the man
That Veta tryin not to bite his hand
But they need em to keep em life from they stand
Every night praying for praying go as far
skurrt skurrt
Bitch I'm geekin like Dexter that pussy fat I'm gone text her
Fuck yo class and yo lecture I masturbate under pressure
I'm in the booth with
His image is not of his own
Scat is long gone
The bat who lost his mind thinking that labels defined
Like a dying leaf on a plant
He cut the vine x4
Cut
a dog I KNOW THAT HE LOOK'n TO BONE
FREE ALL THE SOLDIERS LOCKED IN THEM CHAINS
It's free them till they ass come home
Got curved by the dimes
Her man be
that
You was not like that in high school
My niggas pull up, make a nigga get ghost
Every time my niggas ride by you
Been balling since a jit Caillou
That EDD shit over now y'all got no stacks
I'm really trynna hit this la bitch from the motherfucking back
Playing traffic by myself in dis 392 Scat
cuff her
But Sharccy know better
(But Sharccy know better)
30 inch yellow like Ella, I
Reach in my satchel, she know that's Berеtta
(Pew, pew, pew)
Gеt
ass by a distance
You ain't customly did it or oringally interior
Your like them West side niggaz'll sit that thang on them switches
Them by 9's be
say she love me
And I know that she lying
Cause I am in love with the cash
I just be fucking these hoes
Then I pass em to bro
Like my name was Steve
pack
This shit for real, keep the jeeps
I'm trying to cash a scat they hit a hoe
Bet we finna hit his mom and shit for that
This shit chess, never
headlights were square like the Jakes
Race on a date race and sedate
I know you lie you just don't lie to my face
I can be great
What's that? 149
Oh, it's
Greg you've been spazzing
Aye
Aye
Greg this shit's so motherfuckin' hard
I hope I don't fuck it up
It's tez by the way
Aye I'm shootin' my shot I'm
comes down to it its blatant
Me and you ain't tight like the way you are with Jason
And you don't listen to me like the way you listen to him
That
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