Listen to NOHO (feat. ICECOLDBISHOP) by AG Club

NOHO (feat. ICECOLDBISHOP)

AG Club

Hip-Hop/Rap

7,806 Shazams

Lyrics

Hey, there are consequences, dude You don't just knock a man and just fucking walk off like that dude I'm here, come back, face me like a man, dude Bitch, I pop out, no back up, in NOHO gettin' racked up Got D wheels in an Acura, no JT, but we act up I stack up, and I stack up, yo' pockets dry, they chapped up 15 niggas in a whip, might have lap up, but we strapped up, lil' bitch And my nigga's at the front door Michael Jackson jacket all red, and my nuts low Jodie F-O, not the nigga to be fronting on Give a motherfuck what nigga's on, who you stunting on? 45-minute drive to the Bay Bridge I ain't on no hyphy shit, but my face tainted Bitch burn rubber, AGC is where it is Shit was booming in the south 'fore it blew it where we live Say he sound like a star, and he sound like the east coast Mr. Fontaine, I'm just trying to let my wings show Step into my crib, nigga, step into the heat shop Break the backboard, like my name Shaq Diesel Hot off the Porsche, getting knocked off the porch Scott Storch, lean back, get dropped off the Porsche Big whips, big trips, big knots, big torch Big deal, real spill, big chilling, young boy Bet, on my mama, it's a bet My lil' nigga say, "We next", you see us moving on the 'net And I'm praying for a check, palm slipping from the sweat I got my foot on niggas neck, we're pushing like I got a bounty on my head, nigga Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check, check, check Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check, check, check (look, okay) Walk up in this bitch and yes, I look like walking lick Like niggas talking shit, just watch who you be talking with Look, baby, wanna fuck? But please don't touch my garment, bitch Look, balling like a bitch, somebody, please go guard him, quick Brody came equipped, I showed him how to dig a ditch, look Mad as fuck 'cause they just got some dirt all up on my kicks, look Mama mad as fuck, we had to send them on a trip, shit Nigga was gon' do it anyway 'cause he's a misfit Like Ay Young, step back, shoot like Tryon Thuggin' 'til my day come and even when my day come You better not come with A-gun, you better not go with a gun You better come with A, son, you take one, we take some, nigga, woo Back in this bitch, I don't know what's the trouble But your niggas ain't ready, y'all ready for war? Niggas be talking their shit and the hardest to get To the top of the water, the door I'ma stay talking this shit on the floor Told you how I'm feeling like "duh" Niggas don't fall, niggas don't fall, fall Shaking 'em up Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check, check, check Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check the rhyme, ayy Check the rhyme, check, check, check
Writer(s): Lewis Beresford Hughes, Nicholas Valentino Audino, Reginald Darnell Rainey Iii, Jody Fontaine, Jahan Michael Jayubo-williams, Luis Garcia Guillen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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