Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nola, artist - KOTA The Friend. Album song Anything., in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 14.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Flight Boys
Song language: English
Nola |
| Mama said eat your veggies |
| Mama said opinions won’t pay your rent |
| Mama said money won’t make you rich |
| Mama said boy you better wash your dish |
| Fuck raw then raise your kids |
| Don’t do it if it make no sense |
| If they dip when you down then they ain’t your friends |
| Stay you, don’t obey no trends |
| Go play, go play, go play |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |
| I don’t drink no coca-cola |
| Soul is so like Motorola’s |
| Only want it if its Kosher |
| Not a hole, I’d rather nola |
| Darling, you know I am boring |
| I don’t like the club but you can stay and grab a cup |
| I’m just a nigga from New York |
| Yankee, fitted in my trunk |
| Took a minute now but I’m lit and now my city show me love |
| Brooklyn spread the love |
| Get your funds |
| Used to take the g and now we count em up |
| Broke a lot of hearts and all that I can say was I was young |
| Call me on my jack |
| All my nigga’s really got my back |
| Shorty got my heart |
| So I promise her that I’ll be back |
| If it feel like love, lil homie then it’s probably that |
| If you got a feeling she a thottie, oh she probably that |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |
| Fuck up some commas |
| I’m just trying to make some racks I can spend on my mama |
| Small city had me feeling like I’m Napoleon dyna-mite |
| But I ain’t talking to no Tina’s and feeding no llama’s |
| Same goes for sharks and piranha’s |
| Hype beast’s and all pre Madonna’s |
| Came a long way from a kid |
| Now I’m a man trying to stay who he is |
| But he say he’s different, I’m not who I was |
| I can only affect how I exist in the present |
| The noblest king was a peasant |
| An hour can change in a second |
| The entrance is often the exit |
| I get in the plane, I need plesents |
| So keep your bullshit, out of my presence aye |
| Pardon me as I’m partin' seas |
| Not a tin man, all this heart in me as |
| I ran the meter |
| Pay the parking fees |
| When you’re for the fence |
| Peter Parker steez |
| Chef and recipes |
| Till I rest in peace |
| Blood and elbow grease |
| Going hard to my final now |
| Y’all be draining the spinal tap |
| I’m still chewing on bottle caps |
| And I say |
| Fuck they rules and just do it your own way |
| Fuck playing it safe rather flipping the coin fame |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |
| Wait I ain’t looking for it if it ain’t mine |
| Doubt a lot of people know I love you if I make time |
| They just tryna ride a wave |
| They just caught up in this game |
| I be with my youngin' watching Elmo, bumping fe |
| Like ya ya, hold up |
| Feel good to be home, yeah |
| Murder all I that I know, yeah |
| Thank God for this flow, uh |
| Sun shine like California, I grow wherever I go |
| Wear my grey sweats like Balmain’s |
| I’m cozy homie, that’s all |
| That’s all, that’s all, got your girl playing my songs |
| Heard your shoes cost a few bands |
| Boy I’d take your bitch with my vans |
| Brooklyn nigga since day one |
| Clinton Hill where I came from |
| Show love to my real friends, that’s proud of me, don’t change up |
| Cause I came from nothing but I stay a hundred |
| Lotta people sleeping finna wake em up and wasn’t ever happy |
| I been smiling lately, devil never catch me |
| Hit him with the fakey |
| I came here to kill and never here to steal |
| And I’m the hood hero, head like a villain |
| We ain’t never really had a pot to piss in |
| And the clock is ticking, so we gotta get it like yeah |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |
| Too much in my head |
| I ain’t got no time |
| Gotta get this bread |
| Gotta get this wine |
| Don’t bring up no drama when you hit me on my line |
| If it ain’t the commas on my mama it’s declined |