Nanushka

I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka

Nanushka, Nanushka, Nanushka, Nanushka
I'm a pretty motherfucker, like I'm rocking that babushka
So much gas up in this bitch right
Now, you'd think we're smoking hookahs
Link up with Hamim every time cause you know he is my shooter
Get up off my dick right now cause this ain't your goddamn scooter
And I'm too heartless for this shit, so I might hurt you later
Your bitch wearing Lacoste, she bite me like an alligator
I'm so lost in the sauce, I might need me a navigator
Love all our haters cause they try so hard to replicate us
Checking up on you in the past, I was used to that
Wrecking your stereotypes, y'all jump to conclusions fast
Weapon of choice a blade, like Wesley Snipes, you finna get slashed
Never miss, not even my bitch, we argued, it ain't last
Nanushka, Nanushka, Nanushka, Nanushka
Stack this dough, open windows, let air flow, fire up the computer
I don't wanna cuddle right now, do you need me to call you an Uber
Taking the trouble to talk ill of me
Your mouth keep spurring all these rumours
An infidel, you cast your spell on me like you was Cuban

I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka

Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka
Bitch in nanushka

Keeping a Porsche on the side
Sometimes I just wanna fly
Look at my eyes
I feel like the devil in disguise
I despise
Fucker who hates my style
I think it is time
To get your dumbass out of my sight
You wanna fight?
Beat the shit out of you till you see no light
I'm a living legend
Nanushka under my pendant
Nanushka over my dick
Please bitch do not get offended
I'll make you stranded cause you don't know What I intended
My girl crying when we fuck
That's why she came back for seconds yeah
I feel like a spy
Archer in Isis I don't lie
Dodged so many bullets i don't die
Running around with a suit and tie
Stomped with my Louboutin shoes
Red bottoms matched with the goo
Don't got schizo so it's true
Feel like Neymar got many moves
Going so fast call me Leclerc
Driving down Rodeo wearing Moncler
Designers on me that's all I wear
Everyone shunned with my flair
I'm on fire I see the flare
Sunglasses on me can't get the glare
I might be a dick yes i'm aware
But I couldn't give less of a care

I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka
I got it stacked, I'm choosing my roster
Jumping on gigs to afford Nanushka

Only 4 M's I care about Money, Maison, Martin and Margiela
Too much on my plate, food for thought
I call that one Plato philosophy that's where I gotta be
Mommy and daddy ain't raise me radically
Right now I'm not speaking chronologically
I'd tell you about the time I got
Fucked over by a bitch with no integrity
That ain't a issue never dealed with it internally
Shit so unhealthy
I'd rather eat big macs instead of
Shooting myself with them oh wait oh Fuck
I gotta end this shit right here
Drag that shit I'm prepared for the worst
I know when I'm right
Suppressed it all, I'm careless about my intuition
Skull right open finna make that shit roofless
Fuck this right here I'm gonna end this right here
Ain't no turning left right here
Neurons stuck in a cul de sac right here
No hope in my soul right here
No pressure in my vessels right here
I'm a shirt in a laundry
Too much dirty laundry in this shit



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Writer(s): Mahir Daiyan
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