Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nookie, artist - D-Block Europe. Album song PTSD, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: D-Block Europe
Song language: English
Nookie |
Treat the pussy right |
That’s good nookie (Nookie) |
Keep killers 'round me |
That’s how it should be |
Shoulda, woulda, coulda |
Nigga just could be |
Yeah, you know the vibe |
Up in Chane-ne, I’m picking your size |
Murder got a price |
I’ll pay it tonight |
Blendin' the bujj in a blender, whipin' the white |
Just spoke to my Imam and he said I can get five wives |
The nitty just died in the bando, but the cat’s got nine lives |
Money don’t change me, stand on that statement |
You wouldn’t understand, had a hand on the pavement |
Still around the way, I forgot that I’m famous |
Only hit her once, Lil Keed, she nameless |
Rolls Royce truck comin' through, that’s heinous |
Audimar Piguet, Rolex, both stainless |
Hear 'em throwin' shots, just watch where you aimin' |
Ain’t gon' stop, I’m goin' hard how I came in |
No new friends, swear to God I’m with the same men |
Married to the street, I got a CZ on my ring finger |
Made it out the streets to the Forbes, I’m a game changer |
Straight from out the streets, they try to label me a gangbanger |
Quarter-million dollars got me foreign whip lane-changin' |
Only handle business, gettin' money, doin' the same thing |
Niggas who with me, we gon' see who you maintain |
Every chance I get I’m screamin', «Free 'em out the chain gang» |
You got it girl, I ain’t givin' out my last name |
Christmas every day, the plug call and said the bands came |
Lamborghini trailer got me speedin' in the fast lane |
Thinkin' 'bout the time I hit my bottom in the trash can |
Money too long, figures longer than your last man |
I can beat it up way better than your last man |
I can send a jet, you can cancel all your damn plans |
Baby, is you fucking? |
Was you bored? |
It’s your last chance |
Treat the pussy right |
That’s good nookie (Nookie) |
Keep killers 'round me |
That’s how it should be |
Shoulda, woulda, coulda |
Nigga just could be |
Yeah, you know the vibe |
Up in Chane-ne, I’m picking your size |
Murder got a price |
I’ll pay it tonight |
Blendin' the bujj in a blender, whipin' the white |
Just spoke to my Imam and he said I can get five wives |
The nitty just died in the bando, but the cat’s got nine lives |
My nigga told me he ain’t hurt none |
Keep talking like you heard suttin' |
I’m from South London, hit a nigga up, nine-nights, it’s church somethin' |
Can’t find you on the glide, we’ll pull up on your first cousin |
She just said, «Who you talkin' to?» |
On work, I’m tryna work somethin' |
In the kitchen with some work, yeah |
In the kitchen, we still learn, yeah |
Surely my niggas come first, yeah |
We threw thousands of bricks out the birds, yeah |
I see jakes on my strip, I don’t wait there |
I spend thousands of pounds on your fake hair |
My codeine is dangerous, I’m faded |
I’ll eat that pussy in Mayfair |
Treat the pussy right |
That’s good nookie |
Keep killers 'round me |
That’s how it should be |
Shoulda, woulda, coulda |
Nigga just could be |
Yeah, you know the vibe |
Up in Chane-ne, I’m picking your size |
Murder got a price |
I’ll pay it tonight |
Blendin' the bujj in a blender, whipin' the white |
Just spoke to my Imam and he said I can get five wives |
The nitty just died in the bando, but the cat’s got nine lives |