Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nail Tech, artist - Jack Harlow. Date of issue: 17.02.2022
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nail Tech |
| My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret |
| I don't wish for my success, I speak it |
| I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin' |
| I look like I been gettin' money, how I reek it |
| You smell me, that's LV |
| Walkin' 'round with my chest out, and my skin smooth, I'm healthy |
| I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin' |
| But most of y'all can't help me (Nah) |
| Most of y'all ain't wealthy (Nope) |
| Most of y'all just dress like it |
| I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off |
| And I'm tryna make myself less like it |
| This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test drive it |
| It's hard for me to get excited, I love music, and stress 'bout it |
| My city haulin' and I'm cosigning this wave, comin' up next out it |
| Ridin' 'round and shotgun in her Tesla |
| Hangin' both of my legs out of it, like "What's up?" |
| (What's up?) |
| I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (Can't fuck up) |
| I like girls that's down to Earth, so don't be stuck up (Stuck up) |
| I don't take Ls, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up |
| First listen they hearin' this shit, like "What the fuck?" |
| Ten toes, that's my MO |
| Fam' over gram, that's my MO (On my momma) |
| Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close |
| And they let it go while I reload |
| Like bow, bow, bow |
| TSA just opened my bookbag up |
| And my chain hittin' like bow, bow, bow, bow |
| The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit |
| And I touchdown they bow, bow, bow, bow |
| She down low, three point stance |
| I'm back there doin' Jack Dan's like bow, bow, bow, bow |
| And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (But I'm fly) |
| And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (But I'm high) |
| I told her, "I don't come from here, but you can try though" (You can try) |
| I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though |
| I take a look 'round and my comp and it's just, uh (Ooh) |
| Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (Mm-mm) |
| I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen) |
| Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused |
| This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it |
| How the hell could you doubt us? |
| I mean, back then it made sense, but it's like, now what? |
| Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us |
| You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us? |
| It's very few of you I like, but it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust |
| 'Cause |
| Ten toes, that's my MO |
| Fam' over gram, that's my MO |
| Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close |
| And they let it go while I reload |
| Like bow, bow, bow |
| TSA just opened my bookbag up |
| And my chain hittin' like bow, bow, bow, bow |
| The king's back in his hometown, when them wheels hit |
| And I touchdown they bow, bow, bow, bow |
| She down low, three point stance |
| I'm back there doin' Jack Dan's like bow, bow, bow, bow |