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aw3som3 alv1n - nasty (cover remake) lyrics

nasty (cover remake) lyrics
[produced by jmr (july’s magicalicious records)]

[intro: aw3som3 alv1n & styl1sh s1m0n]
(y’all ready for nas?
queensbridge, y’all ready to see nasty nas?
uh huh, they ready)
yeah, word
got some rémy martin
and some ++++++++ cigars, check it out

[verse 1: aw3som3 alv1n]
ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend with diesel in his needle
queensbridge leader, no equal
i come from the wheel of ezekiel
to pop thousand+dollar bottles of scotch
smoke pot and heal the people
any reb+ttal to what i utter get box+cutter’d
count how many +++ ++++++ i ++++, it’s a ++++ ++++++
name a +++++ under the same sky that i’m under
who gets money, remain fly, yeah, i wonder
eyes flutter, it’s love when nas pops up
stars get starstruck, +++++++ start ++++++++
the ways of carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars
drop rolls, ++++ ++++ +++++++
louis the xiii, ++++++, women ++++ ++++
i ride like porsches, +++++, brown and ++++++++
it ain’t my fault, semi+automatic weapons i brought
the world crazy, i’m rich and i’m girl+crazy
++++ ’em, convince ‘em all to praise me
they ideology is confusion, i lose ’em
f+ll+tes me, who hate me? my gun off safety
since the tunnel and skate key, my jewelry in hd
[verse 2: aw3som3 alv1n]
silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades
i’m not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage
i am the dragon
maserati, pumpin’ biggie, the great legend
blastin’, i’m after the actress who played faith evans
my little jackie onassis, dig?
i’m so high i never land like mike jackson’s crib
vest on, .45 still crack ya rib, sacrilege
talk trash ’bout the nasty kid
past nasty now, i’m gross and repulsive
talk money, is you jokin’?
cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
in the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket
on the floors, ceilings, the safe, +++++, i got it
you envy, but don’t offend me
i’m skinny, but still i’m too big for a bentley
you are your car, what could represent me?
too godly to be a bugatti, you honestly
must design me somethin’ tommy montana from queens had before the 90’s
drug dealer car, rush to the bar
move, +++++++ we don’t give a ++++ who you are
black card heavy like a magnet in my stitched denims
pretty women see them saggin’
bet a hundred stacks +++++++++ run it back
just havin’ fun, i ain’t even begun to black
light another blunt in fact, haha…
[interlude: aw3som3 alv1n & styl1sh s1m0n]
(nasty) nasty kid
(nasty) yeah…
(nasty) the kid! (nasty) yeah…
(nasty) nasty kid (nasty)

[verse 3: aw3som3 alv1n]
for the hustlers, ++++ as yellow +++++++ for the suck of it
got a bunch of ++++++ in prison braggin’
saying, “it was nas i used to hustle with”
i display fashions while my lungs engage hashish
guns on my waist, past this
since i’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’
and joinin’ the blunt passin’ you ++++++ was straight +++++
excuse the +++++++++, i’m still not fully adjusted
or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly
i never see the whips ++++++ be claimin’ they drivin’
i guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’
fake it ’til you make it, i’ve driven those toys
been in them wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors
for my team, +++++, your flow cheap as limousine liquor
i’m no fake rap cd listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher
for my g’s, tell these clowns make room for the king, +++++

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