Andre Nickatina Lyrics
Andre Nickatina Lyrics
"Couger Lyrics"
Penicilin Lyrics
Young and scared, thoughts impaired. False emotions, impure accusations... is it coming near, the end I fear? The world, an infection with no penicillin.
Young and scared, thoughts impaired. False emotions, impure accusations... is it coming near, the end I fear? The world, an infection with no penicillin.
They call me Tennessee tornado
You can call me Dr J if you a baller, and its getting fatal
My big 6 crush the whole table
Cuz my domino effect is from the grey back to the cradle
I rap MC lullabies
So these cats bring 38's, tek nines and 45's
The grass is green, so we stay high
Freak, how you gon
So In Love With Yourself Lyrics
Checking your reflection is what really turns you on and you're loving every minute thinking everyone has gone You just roll your eyes and y
na buy a burger, didn't get the damn friesChecking your reflection is what really turns you on and you're loving every minute thinking everyone has gone You just roll your eyes and y
I leave ya stiff when I elevate
5-0 at the door, tigers all hit the fire 'scape
I got my money, my weed, i got my wallet
Staggering like an alcoholic, just can't call it, yo
[chorus]
We do these things and we don't give a fuck
We fire up a blunt, in the car bumpin
One Last Fight Lyrics
Don’t be decieved, you have to question everything especially those who say they represent Don’t be defined by a faceless mass of charlatans enticing you to buy
' CougnutDon’t be decieved, you have to question everything especially those who say they represent Don’t be defined by a faceless mass of charlatans enticing you to buy
I got on my blue star Chucks
We fire up a blunt, in the car bumpin' Cougnut
My rap mag plays laser tag
So they can find your hand and the mic' in the brown bag
I wear my pants with a slight sag
I expose your shows with flows, man, cuz I love cash
I rhyme gamble like Pete Rose
And I sport new
Headache Symphony Lyrics
[Instrumental]
clothes on you MC fine hoes[Instrumental]
I locate like transmitters
And you know with my wood your heart fill the five spitter?
I ain't nothin but a go-getter
Some think I'm touched so they label me a gold nigger
Keep skis like a gold digger
Like credit card scams that exceed in the 4 figures
[chorus x4]