Kurious - Nikole Lyrics
Yo jorge, whats up, man?Yo, Im chillin, whats up, whats goin on, man?Yo, Im coolin man, but Im like worried about you, uknowmsayin?Why you worried about me, man?Cause, yo man, you be drinkin a lot, you knowEverytime I see you you got a 40Nah man, Im just chillin, knowmsayin?Youre sure its not girl problems, man?Nah, aint no girl problems, man, you bugginI dont know man, I dont knowCome on, man, whats her name?NikoleNikoleNikoleNikoleNikole (4x)[ verse 1 ]I dont sweat, no perspirational drip flipNope, the beat is dope, so acknowledge the ticToc of the clock, cause times are changingMe sweatin girls, man, thats back in the days whenI was naive, kinda young, mighta even brungFlowers to your door, but be damn sureThose days are no more, so classify em as ancient historyMysery was caused cause your wack way of thinkinBreath stinkin cause Im sittin here drinkinA 40 gettin naughty, then my thoughts start linkinTogether, back-trackin, never was into girl-slappinReleasin tension by grabbin the mic and rappinGifts with ribbons, when will this madness ceaseYou played me like a pair of lees with a permanent creaseAll I ever wanted was for us to rock n rollHa-ha - nikoleYeah, yeah, rightRight, right, rightCome on, manShe got you goin, you know it, my manYo, he sweatin her hard, manNikoleNikoleNikoleNikoleNikole (4x)[ verse 2 ]I come back on a round-trip ticket from hellBut alls well, you see, Im a survivorCarnivore - you, played the role ofNever makin any attemps to show loveBut thats okay, see, Im not a first graderDont need attention, need not mention that Im greaterSo later for that, cause Im not the type for bragginJust like my jeans my self-esteem was sagginPick up a 40 or a six of the stout draughtMy life was hittin, know what exactly Im talkin aboutThe style that flips, the sips of the 40 ounceTo the bounce I got more, so I scoreOne things for sure: understand and comprehendBefore you play yourself like a trend I sendA little word of advice, fisher price toy Im notMan, I aint a boy, thought you mighta forgotThe song I sing cause your ill mood swings lowMerry christmas to a ho-ho-hoPlay the role of santa clause, so save the dramaTell you straight up, just like I was from alabamaYou really need to start treatin people betterI regret the day I met herYo manYall givin me a hard timeLeave me alone, I aint sweatin her, manAiyo jorge, man, skeez come a dime a dozenAint no need for you to be sweatin her loveGo head and just kick itNikoleNikoleNikoleNikoleNikole (4x)Nikole, I got one more thing to sayEven if I never see another dayThe games you play really taught me a lessonAll dressed up, but in disguise they were a blessinSo I say thanks, but now its time for me to stepKurious jorge, you know you shoulda never sleptOn me, but girl, you know thats not what Im aboutYoure (wack) and Im outWord!Yo, we outta hereWord, lets be outta hereLets go to sticky mikes, man, uknowmsayin?Get some skinsNikoleNikoleNikoleNikoleNikole
