Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ghana, artist - NoCap. Album song Steel Human, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 15.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
Ghana |
| Kimj ballin' on these hoes, huh? |
| Ghana |
| we love you, NoCap, you are the hood doctor |
| Free ghetto |
| I told her I ain’t come to make no promise |
| I got a gunner out in Ghana |
| Ayy, anything for my gang, I’m neighborhood hero |
| Problems that money gon' bring, that’s all that we know, ayy |
| I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat |
| Police know I’m reckless, they might try me with the Rico, ayy |
| Fuck the bank, I’ma go and stash that |
| Fuck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back |
| I had a talk with God in the Hellcat |
| Ice on a nigga like a meth lab |
| All them niggas know is trap and take baths |
| All my bitches know is trap and do half |
| Take the roof off, chop the coupe half |
| He thought the smoke was old, now the news there |
| I’m popping seals, not bottles |
| Just like I tried to, nigga, yeah |
| I got my brothers and all them |
| Clippers the only thing that bald his head, he won’t talk to God about it |
| This ain’t mine, this a rental, lil' baby, don’t ask what my cars be costing |
| Snakes on me, this is Gucci, lil' nigga, I’m dripping that poison off me |
| When I’m low, I can call up shawty |
| Like a dawg in a vehicle |
| Get mad when I spill my lean on carpet, ayy |
| Ran up my bands and still gon' march it, it don’t matter the month, ayy |
| I’m a drum boxer, I pour lean in my Hawaiin and punch |
| Ayy, I want your ho, then I won’t take her, I’ma borrow her |
| I went gold in my state just like the Warriors |
| Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible |
| My nigga not a trainee, what the fuck he got a body for? |
| And he got that Tommy tucked |
| I went to hell and came back, nigga, still ain’t done enough |
| Only problem I got is sittin' back on being real |
| What I spent on codeine, I could’ve bought a Richard Mille |
| I’m with my nigga out of Africa, a killer accent, I run with savages |
| Twenty bitches want me, always thought that was impossible |
| My nigga not a trainee, what the fuck he got a body for? |
| And he got that Tommy tucked |
| Ayy, anything for my gang, I’m neighborhood hero |
| Problems that money gon' bring, that’s all that we know, ayy |
| I used to post on the block in a Burberry coat |
| Police know I’m reckless, they might try me with the Rico, ayy |
| Fuck the bank, I’ma go and stash that |
| Fuck these rappers, tell 'em give my swag back |
| I had a talk with God in the Hellcat |
| Ice on a nigga like a meth lab |
| All them niggas know is trap and take baths |
| All my bitches know is trap and do half |
| Take the roof off, chop the coupe half |
| He thought the smoke was old, now the news there |
| Clippers the only thing that bald his head, he won’t talk to God about it |
| This ain’t mine, this a rental, lil' baby, don’t ask what my cars be costing |
| No Cap, you’re the hood doctor, we love you to death |