Lyrics Lookie - Nya Lee

Lookie

Take No Lookie
Got the Whole world tryna book me
Me no rookie I need 40 Just to pull up to the party
Hermes Links
Ice Blue Mink
Bought another one in pink
Og Stink
Waiting patiently for commas switch the bank
Cause I got bank
I don’t think you know
Who you niggas is fucking wit
Im dying kid
I’m fucking dying here
Cause you’s a funny bitch
My money flip
I’m Talking hundy’s bitch
I bet your honey dip
That Brooklyn Shit
We Rowdy Rebin' shit
I hit the schmoney dance
Nya Lee Yea
Mula Ahh yea
Call up to the holy scripture nigga
Im a god yea
Don’t come to my city lacking nigga
Homicide yea
Beads on all my bitches neck
But ain’t no Mardi gras here
Jesus we need help
Misdirection and I blame all these prescriptions
Daddy missing momma tripping
Make for one hell of a system
I need distance
Fuck That I need wisdom
Got a nigga but he not around
So boy lets make it simple
Nya Lee
Everywhere I step Im lit I’m Billy jean
My pen game put me on the scene
Ain’t put in my grind boy fuck you mean
You saw that dream
Back when Chyna and kiyanna was on the team
Had the s550 Benzo
And the seats was cretonne
I moved on from lean
Trapping on the scene
On to finer things all designer bling
Avianne rings
Eliante links
Circa in my drink
Black excellence aye
Came from section 8 now my section waved
Take a look at the munfuckin rookie
With the whole world in my hands if I crush it ya’ll got' die damn