- August Alsina Nola 歌詞
- August Alsina
- Yeah
Oh, oh
NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Ayy
Yeah
Oh, oh
NOLA, NOLA, ayy
Got niggas askin for the old me but they aint know me
You wouldnt own this
Four walls couldnt hold me
Lame nigga cant control me
Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly
If I didnt think it was for me
Theyll never make you a thug
And then its fxck you like a old nigga
Anyway you want it, dont give a damn, we could go nigga
Killin everything in my way
No play, play, Ima go get em
Lost some niggas at the one
Then I leave it up and they wont miss you
Yall dont really want that nigga
Haul off, I just slap niggas
Dont need a reason, Im mad, niggas
Ayy, ayy, Im wild nigga
If I dont know you, I dont smile with you
If you aint walk a mile in my shoes
I aint seen you shootin in the gym, nigga
Singin never made me soft, nigga
Never confuse me for them niggas
I aint never ran from nobody
Cause I aint never ran into a nigga who could feel me
Ten toes down, no backin down until you feelin me
You dont wanna pull a hit, he got somethin that can clear this straight
Im from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Where niggas murda, murda, murda, murda
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Them niggas from the boot they shoot, they shoot you
Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah)
Strip club gettinfake love from the hoe with the ass, be basic (Yeah)
Studio gettin fxcked up, on the Ciroc, no chasin (Yeah)
Poppin me about two-four, six-eight Percs to the face then ( Oh)
Poppin Xans just to turn it down
Walking round lookin dumbfound
Lookin for something to take down
Really dont matter, Im numb now
Nothin in the stomach from runnin down
Dumping rounds at a nigga
Locked up with a life sentence
You dont mind, I dont visit
You rockin T-shirt saying 'Free Aug'
The judge still aint gon listen
You niggas still wishin for the old me to go down, you Ghetto
Its gon be Hell on Earth, when you see that a nigga dont care about shit
And I go off the deep end
With AK and just air out shit
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want? (Yeah)
So you can turn up (Turn up)
When I put out a new song (New song )
So when I fxck up
Documentary on lifetime
Sayin that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle
If you knew the old me like my friend
You would tell me what they say
Keep changin, we dont want him
Keep that guy in your past
(I said we dont want that)
Progress is a process
We dont want you to relapse
The young niggas want the old thing back
Young nigga from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Honestly I dont want that
Oh he murda, murda, murda, murda
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