Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nandos , by - Youngs TeflonRelease date: 31.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Nandos |
| Still on the trill with my man doh |
| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos |
| I used to get it from Fernando |
| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And my baby got an arse like a mango |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll |
| Still on the trill with my man doh |
| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos |
| I used to get it from Fernando |
| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And my baby got an arse like a mango |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll |
| Drillin' motherfucker, still drillin' |
| My nigga cop it soft, turn it hard |
| Then he fly it Upsuh and make a killin' |
| You see these hookerz cattin' for the gang |
| Now these little motherfuckers want a bringin' |
| Cuttin' through the bricks with Tef |
| But I’ll still slap a nigga if he’s slippin' |
| We break down food then we distribute the hood |
| Try me I wish a nigga would |
| Skengs out, do a nigga dirty |
| Corn touchin' from his head to his boogs |
| Got pengtings screamin' out gang |
| Fuckin' with a nigga cos he’s bad |
| Runnin' through the 6 with my woes |
| Little man got the suttin' in his bag |
| Qwengers |
| Four door, ten toes |
| Fam I’m tryna crash corn at sweaters |
| I was on your block when I stopped like |
| Who’s that pengers |
| Tryna count all them bands |
| So I start (stuffin') coin jar with tenners |
| Niggas rarely know about gang |
| Niggas rarely know about man |
| Skengs out, ten toe, man don’t give a damn |
| I done K to the 6, your nigga ran |
| Only runnin' from the undies or TSG van |
| Whizzin' with Dimmer and M and Scribz |
| Free my niggas in the can |
| ASAP somewhere kway |
| When that money come large fam you see him do a dab |
| Trillest little nigga, still trillin' |
| I came a long way for rates |
| How many mashes did they find in our buildin'? |
| My little hittas died young, lord forgive 'em |
| Get the packs out and then we give 'em to the monkeys |
| Big skeng kick a nigga like a donkey |
| I feel sorry for the gang that jumped me |
| I wear a trackie everyday like I’m grunge-y |
| We got chickens peri-hot or peri-tame uh |
| Forget a bodyguard I’m with my brother Taymah |
| I’m in danger, could never tame us |
| It’s been a while, I’m kinda tired of bein' famous |
| Free Smokey Jack |
| Free, Free Trap |
| Food came in a mask, LD in a wrap |
| Askin' why I ain’t never featured with my man |
| But there’s only nuttin' but G’s on my tracks |
| Still on the trill with my man doh |
| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos |
| I used to get it from Fernando |
| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And my baby got an arse like a mango |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll |
| Still on the trill with my man doh |
| We servin' chickens like it’s Nandos |
| I used to get it from Fernando |
| We hit a lick and now we dancin' in the bando |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And my baby got an arse like a mango |
| I said we dancin' in the bando |
| And anywhere a man roll, gang roll |