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letra de the nigga express - kevin indie

2. the n-gga express

[intro]

ayo trick do your trick boy, mmm mmm

[hook]

hop in the n-gga express
y’all know we leaving a mess
inauguration as certain as death
your sh-t just leaving us guessing
hop in the n-gga express
y’all know we leaving a mess
inauguration as certain as death
your sh-t just leaving us guessing

[post hook]

you got lonely (you got lonely)
i was tryna f-ck you and your crew
yeah with your homie (with your homie)

[verse 1]

i need a lass with a whip or two
i need a fashion b-tch with tattoos (yeah)
some like somuhle come sip that booze (aye)
i’ll eat own you out when i hit that too
buy you some merch if i get that too
pops told me i got too many babes for him
he can’t remember they names cause they foreign
moms doesn’t know cause she way too protective
must be grade 10 when she gave me protection
for real (for real)
i sign a titty and sign a deal (yeah)
first trapper who bout to cop a crib (yeah)
zambian rappers is not ideal
[hook]

hop in the n-gga express
y’all know we leaving a mess
inauguration as certain as death
(yeah, yeah)
your sh-t just leaving us guessing
hop in the n-gga express
y’all know we leaving a mess
inauguration as certain as death
your sh-t just leaving us guessing

[post hook]

you got lonely
i was tryna f-ck you and your crew yeah
with your homie
i need a lass with a whip or two

[verse 2]

i need a casper, ghost (ghost)
hop out metal it’s hot we like toast (toast)
burner both sides when she calling my phone (phone)
could be talking to b-tches on my other phone (phone)
legit she feels the boy(aye)
weed or the alcohol make you a choice (aye)
all imma say is she made up her mind (aye)
started looking like some b-tch who came from pinoy
vietnamese, maybe a thai (mmm)
funny cause she eat the d like it’s rice(mmm)
i call my p-n-s the son of the sun, when her mind is set she been making it rise
me and the homies gone pop all you n-ggas (yeah)
n-ggas get drawn to the c-ck in the system
y’all n-ggas rap like you just got the lyrics (yeah)
off somebody’s blog who you caught on the rhythm
spit from the chest like tuberculosis(mmm)
f-ck till my b-tch in a comatose (mmm)
i keep acquaintances guessing though(mmm)
every month it’s a different hoe
[bridge: dibby drey]

eeeeh..one kevin, czzle (laughs)ah i’m happy for you man, boi so did you f-ck?

[hook]

- kevin indie

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