Naledge - Fiona Apple Lyrics
Money on my mind, ***** is on my dick,Money on my mind, ***** is on my dickEast side nigga I'm on the paper ride,Jeffrey boulevard know what takes aboutThese record exist, they're tryin' to take em outBut my rappers A1, like the stake is outFeel like rap niggas on some hoe shit,Like they G stringing in their whole dick,I'm a crown man, never hold the hand of another niggaJust a cup of liquor, and I get to go inAny, I get to flow in, color couple *****es, nigga get the trousersTurn the studio to a movie set,I'm 'bout to blow up, I just ain't do it yet.My nigga, I'm sick of you my nigga,? do it anywayTell the world in the light of the dayDid you need me baby?If you would need my... claim, you're a...Used to read the source switchin' I could be a rapper,Not really knowin' what I'm seeking after,Now I'm in the club is up and see them niggas actors,Now I'm thinking niggas need to see the pastor,Lord save my soul I ain't living right,Lord save my soul, I'm just here to die,Popped a couple molly tryin to see the light,Poured a little goose, mixed it with the spriteAnd it's drinking goon, catch a nigga one dayBut for now we're catching flights, upon the one wayCity to city, telly to telly, known in my city hood like a belly bellyWhy you make me sick of you my nigga??, I don't want you saved my heartTell the world in the light of the dayDid you need me baby?If you would need my... claim, you're a...
