21 Savage, Travis Scott & Metro Boomin – née-nah Lyrics

21 Savage, Travis Scott & Metro Boomin – née-nah Lyrics
née-nah
21 Savage, Travis Scott & Metro Boomin
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    "née-nah." - 21 Savage, Travis Scott & Metro Boomin

    Album: american dream
    Track No: 09
    I took a ballerina down to the ball dance
    Met a couple ball players, found a ball stance
    Now we in the bathroom, she found a ball face
    Took some shots and balled out, now how the stall taste?
    I can't even go inside, my old **** might hear
    I might need to hit the town, I need you right here, right here
    'Til she reached in the trunk and found a nina
    I told her, "Baby, that's Nina Simone"
    Ayy, drivin' through the liquor store faded, braided
    Hands in this **** wavin', hazy
    '80s like the '90s and 2000s (Tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh-tuh)
    Drivin' through this ****, wildin'
    Ayy, Brady seven pack, they come in bunch
    I been with the 'quad on a high note, gettin' C-notes
    Different presentation to this vibe, you need a keynote
    Presi' 'round this ****, I ain't sendin' vetos
    Ain't no stoppin' **** or stoppin' licks, them boys on G-O
    Battin' out the 504, I saved her name as "Creole"
    Balance when I'm on a road, I get the go and T-O
    Dominatrix Matrix when she do it like I'm Neo
    **** is off its sockets, they lock in
    Mama said live up to my name, but they jockin'
    They gon' try go and take your face for the profit
    They gon' lie, they gon' slip and slide, get beside ya
    They gon' try, we a hundred deep like Verizon
    In the trees with the bumble bees on horizon
    Ain't catchin' Z's, I been in in the V, on road to Zion
    Sell they souls, hoppin' in that mode that I ain't buyin'
    He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)
    When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?
    I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
    It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
    Got me **** up, ****, got me **** up (Yeah)
    When I send it past the ceilin', that **** stuck up
    All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
    If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up (21, 21)
    Rich ****, got my strap from Tommy Hilfiger (21)
    Red, white, and blue, American, I kill ****
    Spray his block and then pull off, this a real dipple (Skrrt)
    Bottega pick my cotton, but I'm a field **** (On God)
    I be sittin' inside the house 'cause I don't feel ****
    **** with Baby, but my baby like to drill **** (BabyDrill)
    Claustrophobic, I don't even like to chill with 'em (21)
    Guess I'm fake since everybody say they real **** (On God)
    Got a whoopin', but you still ain't learned your lesson, huh?
    Hard-headed, you won't end up on a stretcher, huh?
    Oh, you Usher now, you givin' out confessions, huh?
    On the blogs like these hoes, oh, you messy, huh?
    Put a Louis logo on my switch
    I know Virgil probably lookin' down like, "Damn, this **** back on that ****" (21)
    Back inside the club with my blick (21)
    Playin' freeze tag, ****, I'm tryna see who it (On God)
    **** say we opps, when they see me, don't do **** (On God)
    Only person believe that you a killer is your **** (21)
    Makin' diss songs, this **** died about a diss (Facts)
    If I see my opps while I'm in cuffs, then I'ma spit
    Wanna kill the world about your **** 'cause she on **** (21)
    Thinkin' 'bout the **** that I'ma **** on while I piss (21)
    You ain't heard my music, why you ballin' up your fists? (21)
    Reverb on the chopper, it go, "Baow" when it hit (21)
    He ain't Slaughter Gang, then he ain't official (Yeah)
    When that chopper sing, you really think that they gon' miss you?
    I spent a half a million dollars on dismissals
    It's gon' be a hearse, not a verse if I diss you (Mhm)
    Got me **** up, ****, got me **** up (Yeah)
    When I send it past the ceilin', that **** stuck up
    All that talkin', actin' tough get you roughed up (21, 21)
    If your wifey at the spot, she gettin' bust up

    Writer(s): Shéyaa Bin Abraham-Joseph, Jacques Webster II, Leland Tyler Wayne, Douglas Ford, Malcolm McLaren, William Handy & Rodney Argent.

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