Yeah Andre Nickatina (Ft. Messy Marv)
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[Andre Nickatina]
(Intro) Yo, what's up? This Andre. If you get this message, uh, give me a call back. [I'm] tryna catch up with Messy; have Messy call me as soon as possible. That's cool. [I'm] tryna catch up with Messy. If you could give me a call back that'd be dope
Man, I'mma run my mouth and get your corporate account
Bring my benz out in the middle of a drought
I blow lah like it's "God Bless Buddha"
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter
Baby I'mma spit it to the limit, run into the abyss
You know it's God, number 7 on your top ten list
It's kamikaze, look into the eyes of a pisces
And Las Vegas talkin' shit is where you might find me
Fillmo' down from the nose to the toes
Get your cell phone you can picture every pose
Picture all the clothes, picture all the hoes
Picture the perfection when your money pile grows
You gotta crocodile style, I sport gators
They still might bite, so fresh with the flavor
Got Khan? Fillmore's number one sign
Steak, potatoes, garlic bread and some prawns!
[Hook: Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco baby
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah money is the motto
And run around town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, good weed in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin with clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch your body shut down)
(Intro) Yo, what's up? This Andre. If you get this message, uh, give me a call back. [I'm] tryna catch up with Messy; have Messy call me as soon as possible. That's cool. [I'm] tryna catch up with Messy. If you could give me a call back that'd be dope
Man, I'mma run my mouth and get your corporate account
Bring my benz out in the middle of a drought
I blow lah like it's "God Bless Buddha"
It's sort of like the feelin' runnin' with a known shooter
Baby I'mma spit it to the limit, run into the abyss
You know it's God, number 7 on your top ten list
It's kamikaze, look into the eyes of a pisces
And Las Vegas talkin' shit is where you might find me
Fillmo' down from the nose to the toes
Get your cell phone you can picture every pose
Picture all the clothes, picture all the hoes
Picture the perfection when your money pile grows
You gotta crocodile style, I sport gators
They still might bite, so fresh with the flavor
Got Khan? Fillmore's number one sign
Steak, potatoes, garlic bread and some prawns!
[Hook: Messy Marv (Andre Nickatina)]
(YEEEAAH) San Francisco baby
Fillmo' niggas try'na bring back the 80's, YEEEAAH
(Yeah money is the motto
And run around town like its Grand Theft Auto, Chicka-kahnn)
Wally on my hip, good weed in my mouth
Gangsta niggas in the whip, YEEEAAH
(Your not dealin with clowns
When you try to kick hop, watch your body shut down)
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