Nardo Wick - G Nikes (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Nardo Wick - G Nikes (en) Lyrics
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Skinny jeans, white tee,
G Nikes, Glock
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp
She don't speak English,
she speak gawk
Said she wasn't hungry,
still ate my cock
I ain't gay, but fell love in with
Benjamins (Fell in love)
She say, "Nardo, daddy, you
taste just like cinnamon"
(You taste good, ayy)
I forget her name, I'ma call her, "Ceiling
fan" (She blowin' me good)
Baby, hе lied to you, that
boy has never killеd a man
(Never killed nobody)
One step, two step, three
steps, stomp (Stomp)
Diss me, swerve, swerve, pull up, dump
They said it was red alert, until I shot,
now he support Trump (Hat red)
See that boy in traffic, blow at
him, ain't talkin' 'bout a hump
(Ain't 'bout no fuckin' hump)
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, ayy (Ayy)
F.N., Glock nines, ARs, K (Yeah)
Kick door, hands up, walk too safe
Why would I aim it at his body
and that boy got a face?
Why would I aim it at his body and
that boy got a head? (Head)
Ain't tryna shoot just to say I shot,
I'm tryna leave 'em dead (Nardo)
I told you I know magic, turn
his white shirt red (Nardo
Wick, Nardo Wick)
I'm a natural savage,
I don't need no meds
"Lil' Wick ain't on shit," who the fuck
had said? (The fuck said that?)
Tell him, "Come this way," I bet I leave
his ass dead (Come that way)
Tell him, "Come this way," I
bet I rearrange his head (Nardo
shoot his fucking face)
Tell her, "Come this way," I
bet I— (Uh), spread (Girl)
Skinny jeans, white tee,
G Nikes, Glock (Stop)
Wanna meet Jesus? Be my opp (Uh)
She don't speak English,
she speak gawk (Gawk)
Skinny jeans, white tee,
G Nikes, Glock (Uh)
We hit your party, guard
your bitch (Ha)
In here turnt with Nardo Wick (Bitch)
Pop out, slide, spark
your blick' (Boom)
High speed, left the narc'
all sick (Skrrt)
Fuck my opps, they not on shit (Bitch)
Punt his head, this Glock
gon' kick (Boom, boom)
Bumps all red and shot more bricks
He get hot, he not gon'
miss (GDK, man)
Tryna put they whole block in a blunt
Bad intentions when cockin' this pump
Leave him red top like
he honorin' Trump
Killers all in that car, here we come
He like to front on the net like
he gangsta, I know the real you
actually soft (You a bitch)
Four nickel knock off your head when we
kill you, just 'cause you niggas be
cappin' it off (Boom, boom, boom)
He play with us, then we knock
out his brains, I'm tryna see
what he actually thought (Ha)
Bro call me when he score for the
gang, he torch an opp, he was
happy he caught (Gang, gang)
Trench got the blick', then your life
is in danger, hole in one, like
he practicing golf (Brrr, baow)
I know they hate I'm gettin' this
paper, right to the bank, I be
laughing it off, bitch (Ha)
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