Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neimans, artist - Plies. Album song The GOAT, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.05.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Plies
Song language: English
Neimans |
| I don’t like to tongue wrestle, I just hop out with the pole |
| Y’all was sittin' in Sunday school, I was scrapping it out the bowl |
| Still, represent the struggle, so I ain’t taking out my golds |
| I don’t did a lot of thangs, but I ain’t never cuffed a hoe |
| How he still you favorite rapper all them lies he done told |
| How you still make her your lady all them dick she done road |
| He ain’t gone bust a grape or let nothing die because he ain’t with the smoke |
| Hate to see me eating out her ‘cus he just really broke |
| Please don’t let this rich shit fool you, get me wrong then I’m pissin you |
| Ask me why I don’t answer my phone because I don’t get no service in the |
| trenches |
| I just counted 700 bands, damn near got me dizzy |
| When I’m in the DMV pull up on you like I’m Glizzy |
| Yeah, the streets chose me, I ain’t pay for a buzz |
| For you show a nigga the game, check his paperwork first |
| You ain’t silent, you ain’t thorough, you can’t never get a verse |
| You ain’t bae, you ain’t wifey, you can’t never get a purse |
| If you lookin' for me, I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman |
| If you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in Neiman |
| I ain’t never slippin', dog, got the pole tucked in Neiman |
| Yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in Neiman |
| Ten rooms, six bathrooms, guess I’m kinda living |
| Dolce Gabbana from head to toe, guess I’m kind of dripping |
| I can’t rock out with no ceiling fans ‘cus I got vaulted ceilings |
| You can’t never break my heart, baby, because I ain’t got no feelings |
| Put my hand over my heart and pledge allegiance to the bag |
| If I got to die bout something it be my family and the cash |
| Keep my money in my hand because my wad is too big |
| Stuck my thumb in her butt because my rod was too big |
| If you lookin' for me, I’m probably up at the counter up in Neiman |
| If you make my toes curl, ima let you ball in Neiman |
| I ain’t never slippin', dog, got the pole tucked in Neiman |
| Yes, sir, no, sir, that’s how they talk to me in Neiman |
| Riddin' round with all this cash in my car be feelin' like I’m traffickin' |
| Ask me was her Becky good, I told her it was immaculate |
| Ask me as her box fire, told her I’ll be back again |
| Ain’t nobody hatin' on you, guess what, you ain’t poppin' then |
| I fell asleep counting c-notes, I woke up getting deep throat |
| I’m the only nigga that give the streets hope |
| Playin' with the numbers get you Debo’d |
| 11 cars totals, 3 cribs I ain’t cappin', bruh |
| Lil bitch called me back to back, I swear that shit be tappin', bruh |
| Last watch was plain Jane, I just put some stones in it |
| I ain’t miss no money, all my showers they got phones in’em |
| My baby I the Bahamas, so I’m on my way to Nassau |
| Told me she just like speed, so I just bought a fast car |
| The bag got me feeling like I’m Bron, Bron |
| I’m just up in Neiman go dumb, dumb |