Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nokia, artist - Fred The Godson.
Date of issue: 14.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nokia |
Right, hah |
Gordo |
We move that yay often |
Me and my three niggas step with four.44s, cops charge us with jaywalkin' (Woo) |
Tryna avoid a gray coffin |
Got gray and black, Pat Sajak, we bought a K off him |
Voluntary assignment |
'Cause we gave it to 'em anyway, voluntary consignment (Damn) |
Now he sittin' in solitary confinement, ma |
He ain’t a act, just with Tyler Perry, we grindin' (Ha ha) |
In a telly where the birds are promised |
Hand off in Buffalo like Jim Kelly and Thurman Thomas (Woo) |
I need a couple, y’all |
If it ain’t Spesh or Benny then I don’t fuck with y’all (Nah) |
We had to hustle, y’all (Right) |
So much weight in the Benz, foreign, it turned into a muscle car |
Caliber handle over the buckle, y’all |
99 Cents Store, nigga, don’t make me buck at y’all |
New iPhone, love how they made it |
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite |
That was my favorite |
Huh, that was my favorite |
New iPhone, love how they made it |
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite |
That was my favorite |
Uh, that was my favorite |
Yo, I let one fiend get a sample |
Then he go and tell the rest and that’s how you lead by example |
Excuses for leeches to ramble |
I got a date with success and don’t got a reason to cancel |
While y’all hit casinos to gamble |
We took risks that’s illegal, so my lawyer fees was substantial |
I be with the G’s and the vandals |
Kids that lead the relatives of your enemies squeezin' the candle |
My girl like metal Soprano |
She couldn’t handle drivin' keys from Orlando in a Kia Sorento |
My trap gon' feed me a Lambo |
I never seen it, still make money from it like Stevie’s piano |
Jealousy easy to handle |
'Specially when your jacket Red Tab but your sleeves is a mammal |
I find you, leave you in shambles |
Jaw broke, for a whole year they was feedin' you Campbell’s |
Trust |
New iPhone, love how they made it |
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite |
That was my favorite |
Huh, that was my favorite |
New iPhone, love how they made it |
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite |
That was my favorite |
Uh, that was my favorite |
The Butcher comin', nigga |
Let’s go |
I learned from dealers |
Get 'em back, then you kill 'em slow (Kill 'em slow) |
I burnt my bridges, took the scraps and then built a boat (I did) |
I’m earnin' digits, all my bitches know (My bitches know) |
I fly her anywhere 'long as she not too boujee to sit in coach (Hah) |
First-time felon and eleven, that’s the time he facin' (Damn, lil' homie) |
All that over a seven-second conversation |
Tijuana plug want the dough without no complications |
If a dollar missin', he gon' buy my baby mom a basement (Woo) |
Yeah, can’t even trust the close ones, mama tried to teach me (She did) |
I had a saw pokin' out my back by the time she reach me (Damn) |
They duckin' strays and discussin' ways on how to beat me (They can’t) |
Crooked feds and they got crooked plans on how to keep me (They can’t) |
They ain’t think I get it, but why they thought that? |
(Fuck they thought that |
for?) |
Them burner phones, we got rid of 'em, we caught packs (Hah) |
We all different, be specific when you talk rap (Why?) |
Uh huh, 'cause Martin turned his cheek but Malcolm fought back |
Let’s go (Butcher comin', nigga) |
New iPhone, love how they made it |
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite |
That was my favorite |
Huh, that was my favorite |
New iPhone, love how they made it |
If I spoke to you, it was on a Nokia, that was my favorite |
That was my favorite |
Uh, that was my favorite |