Haiti Babii, Blueface - N.P.O lyrics
[Haiti Babii, Blueface - N.P.O lyrics]
You now rocking with Nata
I'm yo nigga you can holla at me
You can holla at me P wuzzhanin
Naw nigga what's really going on
Tell me what's good cuz
Niggas get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Murder what she wrote but after that
She was giving throat
Boyfriend trippen must ain't kno
I take niggas hoes
Northside niggas where I'm from
We take niggas poles
Stockton California, if you ain't locked in
Ya can't go
Bitch, I'm from the valley where yo
Kid can get smacked down
Bullets get to flying like add
Libs in my background
NPO nigga put da mack down (Sheesh)
BDE da clique, we don't back down (Sheesh)
Naw I ain't a pimp but I
Got holes like a golf field
If you ain't keep it trill with none
Of niggas then what they round for
Fuck up off the block boy
We da real hot boys
500 degrees when I step inside the stu cuz
That's with out the jewelry on
I live an expensive life
My bitches treat me right even know
I never spend the night
Even know I got some hoes
Calling my phone every night
Even know I got some hoes
Calling my phone every night
Yeah, aight i'm a real player
Real smooth to descend into the blues
You can never win with the bitch
If you lose your coo
Her new nigga was never a new nigga
You just never knew better around the block
What you thought? She wasn't a thot
You laid up
Hugging bops some hugging the blocks
Should to the game, it ain't the same
You gotta maintain
Never leave the house without my
Thang 'bout my thang, thang
In and out the lane
Press the button beep-beep
Cutting off the hole just for
Thinking she can ask me
Boy, I keep a blick long shacks feet
Bitches in the back
Locked up in the the back seat
I played the hoe 'fore I let the hoe play me
From LA to the Bay
Know they for Blueface Baby
Naw nigga what's really going on
Tell me what's good cuz
Niggas get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Naw nigga what's really going on
Tell me what's good cuz
Niggas get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
I'm yo nigga you can holla at me
You can holla at me P wuzzhanin
Naw nigga what's really going on
Tell me what's good cuz
Niggas get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Murder what she wrote but after that
She was giving throat
Boyfriend trippen must ain't kno
I take niggas hoes
Northside niggas where I'm from
We take niggas poles
Stockton California, if you ain't locked in
Ya can't go
Bitch, I'm from the valley where yo
Kid can get smacked down
Bullets get to flying like add
Libs in my background
NPO nigga put da mack down (Sheesh)
BDE da clique, we don't back down (Sheesh)
Naw I ain't a pimp but I
Got holes like a golf field
If you ain't keep it trill with none
Of niggas then what they round for
Fuck up off the block boy
We da real hot boys
500 degrees when I step inside the stu cuz
That's with out the jewelry on
I live an expensive life
My bitches treat me right even know
I never spend the night
Even know I got some hoes
Calling my phone every night
Even know I got some hoes
Calling my phone every night
Yeah, aight i'm a real player
Real smooth to descend into the blues
You can never win with the bitch
If you lose your coo
Her new nigga was never a new nigga
You just never knew better around the block
What you thought? She wasn't a thot
You laid up
Hugging bops some hugging the blocks
Should to the game, it ain't the same
You gotta maintain
Never leave the house without my
Thang 'bout my thang, thang
In and out the lane
Press the button beep-beep
Cutting off the hole just for
Thinking she can ask me
Boy, I keep a blick long shacks feet
Bitches in the back
Locked up in the the back seat
I played the hoe 'fore I let the hoe play me
From LA to the Bay
Know they for Blueface Baby
Naw nigga what's really going on
Tell me what's good cuz
Niggas get hit wit dat purr can't find blood
Naw nigga what's really going on
Tell me what's good cuz
Niggas get hit wit dat purr can't find blood