| It’s Nell on the beat, nigga
|
| Yah
|
| You better get your vest because this chopper hold a hundred (B-r-r-r)
|
| Sent 'em the address, I knew the niggas weren’t comin' (I know)
|
| I don’t know 'bout your niggas, but my niggas one hundred (One)
|
| I got a bad bitch, you know that bitch don’t want for nothin' (Oh)
|
| Yeah, I’m a savage, you know I really came from nothin' (Yah)
|
| Bet a young nigga show you how to turn this shit to somethin' (Yeah)
|
| When we came out there blastin' then them niggas started runnin' (B-r-r-r,
|
| b-r-r-r, b-r-r-r)
|
| No, you can not imagine how a nigga really comin' (Oh-oh)
|
| I look back at my past and see how much I really had (Yah)
|
| Went on a lot of missions, I ain’t even rock a mask (No, no)
|
| I fucked a lot of bitches and I made some niggas mad (Oh)
|
| And they mighta got a baby 'cause them bitches didn’t bag (Yah, yah, yah)
|
| But it’s that gang shit, we don’t fuck with lames, bitch (Gang, gang)
|
| You try an' get fame, that’s when we gon' make you nameless (Yah)
|
| Can’t talk to my bitch, no, she don’t speak your language (No)
|
| You can’t say hi, no, all she talk is bank slips (Cha-ching)
|
| Balenciaga, you bitches better be proud of me
|
| You see me, mama? |
| I really came from poverty (Yah)
|
| I did her wrong, don’t owe her no apology (Oh, oh, oh)
|
| Young Jefe, holmes (Young Jefe), that’s what these bitches hollerin'
|
| You better get your vest because this chopper hold a hundred (B-r-r-r)
|
| Sent 'em the address, I knew the niggas weren’t comin' (I know)
|
| I don’t know 'bout your niggas, but my niggas one hundred (One)
|
| I got a bad bitch, you know that bitch don’t want for nothin' (Oh)
|
| Yeah, I’m a savage, you know I really came from nothin' (Yah)
|
| Bet a young nigga show you how to turn this shit to somethin' (Yeah)
|
| When we came out there blastin' then them niggas started runnin' (B-r-r-r,
|
| b-r-r-r, b-r-r-r)
|
| No, you can not imagine how a nigga really comin' (Oh-oh)
|
| No, you can not imagine how much pain I really felt (Imagine)
|
| Imagine how many whole thangs a nigga really dealt (How)
|
| But that’s another story, 'cause you know these boys be twelve (God damn)
|
| On murder, I won’t tell, I got some shit under my belt (God damn, God damn)
|
| I keep it by my waistline, the rocks up on the shelf (Yah)
|
| Lil' nigga, this shit take time and you might need some help (Yah)
|
| My favorite word is 'wealth', bitch, my favorite thing is health (Jefe)
|
| A nigga play with me, I’ll pop that Glizzy 'til it melt
|
| (Bop-bop-bop-bop-bop-bop)
|
| I need me nine figures, I’m a real go-getter (Go getter)
|
| Can’t fuck with no niggas that don’t fuck with my niggas (G, G)
|
| Supposed to be your bitch, said she was gonna ride with ya (Oh-oh)
|
| She all in my shit and I just need one night with her (Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh)
|
| You better get your vest because this chopper hold a hundred (Yah)
|
| Sent 'em the address, I knew the niggas weren’t comin' (Pull up)
|
| I don’t know 'bout your niggas, but my niggas one hundred (One hundred)
|
| I got a bad bitch, you know that bitch don’t want for nothin' (Lil' baddie)
|
| Yeah, I’m a savage, you know I really came from nothin' (Yeah, yeah)
|
| Bet a young nigga show you how to turn this shit to somethin'
|
| When we came out there blastin' then them niggas started runnin' (B-r-r-r,
|
| b-r-r-r, b-r-r-r)
|
| No, you can not imagine how a nigga really comin' (Yah)
|
| Young Jefe, holmes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How I'm Coming , by - Shy Glizzy. Song from the album Covered N Blood, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп