Saucy Santana - Nice lyrics
[Saucy Santana - Nice lyrics]
Uh, yea
Santana on the beat bitch
(And if the beat live you know lil Ju made it)
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price
My swag, so cold
My aura, so bold
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo role
Take a seat while I pop my shit
That is not a real rollie, real rollies don't tick
Them is not real shooters, real shooters don't miss
I like crip niggas only, not a blood not ya sis
Blow racks on my drip with ease
Big momma to you hoes, say please
Make a nigga go crazy, Chris Breeze
Talk is cheap daddy spend yo cheese
I'm still fine, and he still mine
Big dick nigga, and it's Calvin Klein
Calvin Klein when he only in the trap tho
He don't want no boogie bitch, he want a trap hoe
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, shittin on you hoes, respectfully
On the gram lurkin for me, goin through my page
Desperately
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price
My swag, so cold
My aura, so bold
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo role
Keep my foot on y'all neck, or let you breathe again
Keep curvin these niggas, or should I let 'em in
Keep swervin on these hoes in my big body benz
Copy cat, roger that, I'm the one that set the trends
Where you stay at, how you live
Where your car, how big yo crib
Still stayin with you momma give this nigga a bib
But he be lit on the gram, man these niggas a trip
I'm the baddest bitch, I ain't gone hold you
But you bitches knew that, I know they told you
Every time I hit the scene, it's major
We gettin' money over here, we gettin' paper
Make yo nigga go crazy, he amazed cause I'm so amazing
I like five star meals, go brazy
Getting chauffeured round the city, Ms. Daisy
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price
My swag, so cold
My aura, so bold
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo role
Santana on the beat bitch
(And if the beat live you know lil Ju made it)
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price
My swag, so cold
My aura, so bold
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo role
Take a seat while I pop my shit
That is not a real rollie, real rollies don't tick
Them is not real shooters, real shooters don't miss
I like crip niggas only, not a blood not ya sis
Blow racks on my drip with ease
Big momma to you hoes, say please
Make a nigga go crazy, Chris Breeze
Talk is cheap daddy spend yo cheese
I'm still fine, and he still mine
Big dick nigga, and it's Calvin Klein
Calvin Klein when he only in the trap tho
He don't want no boogie bitch, he want a trap hoe
R-e-s-p-e-c-t, shittin on you hoes, respectfully
On the gram lurkin for me, goin through my page
Desperately
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price
My swag, so cold
My aura, so bold
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo role
Keep my foot on y'all neck, or let you breathe again
Keep curvin these niggas, or should I let 'em in
Keep swervin on these hoes in my big body benz
Copy cat, roger that, I'm the one that set the trends
Where you stay at, how you live
Where your car, how big yo crib
Still stayin with you momma give this nigga a bib
But he be lit on the gram, man these niggas a trip
I'm the baddest bitch, I ain't gone hold you
But you bitches knew that, I know they told you
Every time I hit the scene, it's major
We gettin' money over here, we gettin' paper
Make yo nigga go crazy, he amazed cause I'm so amazing
I like five star meals, go brazy
Getting chauffeured round the city, Ms. Daisy
Body it's nice, jewelry on ice
This ain't what ya want, think twice
I got expensive habits, pay the price
My swag, so cold
My aura, so bold
Broke boys do what they told
Bosses over here, gotta play yo role