Young Roc, Nasyae - Fan the Flames / Night Games lyrics
[Young Roc, Nasyae - Fan the Flames / Night Games lyrics]
Nigga really been through
Ever would of have asked then you
Probably would a been knew
This is how I'm not supposed
Act when the Rent due
I ain't never rob no body but I'm Fin too
Bringing more attention to Michigan
Then Flint drew steve Stevens's a old nigga
For the Benz coupe drive around all day
On the mile all day and when I'm done
Sell that bitch for 10k
How you tryna give me advice
Like you the sinsei
Sayin I need to get out the city and relocate
I ain't gotta go to Atlanta
Nigga I been brave
I suggest you stay in Atlanta
Nigga you been gay
I'm trappin out the crib like none other
With one oven no mit's gas
Stove my shit bumpin
Never hated a nigga I just rise above em
Come on son I'm ed lover I spread butter
Fuck it I burn the kitchen up
Fuck it I burn the kitchen up
Burnt the pot while I'm cooking up
Gave it my everything I got never giving up
Fuck it I burn the kitchen up
Fuck it I burn the kitchen up
Burnt the pot while I'm cooking up
Gave it my everything I got never giving up
Young nigga living that vintage life
Taking over summer in my vintage nikes
Velvet in that range Matte winter white
Kim k double d ruccis wetting cucci
Livernois turn into Main Street for sushi
Im Tyler Perry with the plays
So you know it’s loose leaf
Side salads with the blue cheese Nigga oowee
I got that chicken on me now nigga who need?
My Delivery is nice cooking with spice
Chop it with the knife
Got a rocket in my whites
I ain't with the hype let me
Tell you bout my life
Living daydreams in the middle of the night
Got me focused and serene till they
Hit me wit a sike i mean
Fuck it i ain't with the hype let me
Tell you bout my life
(nasyae)
If your still here in the morning
That means we more than friends
Love is essential
Your heart in to doing it over again
Holding it down for the rest of the night
What a real one does
I need you to to talk to me