All these drugs in my body, I'm a narcotic College girl, her head is stupid, she got
Hella knowledge, tell that hoe to call me captain, flyer than
A pilot, and tell that hoe to shut up with all that talking
We gon' ride in silence, on these drugs looking for nostalgia
My bitch bad, put her on the camera so much pape, they think I'm a scammer
And I got three hoes, they call me Santa, driving down this road all alone
When I get home, tell her, baby, count it up, straight wok ain't no soda in my cup
The feds locked my bro, it's time to switch it up
Stretch a nigga like elastic, serving coke, percs, and xannies
Mix Dior and Lanvin's, love my demon, her name is heaven
Gotta thank my addicts took me from the basement, now I'm having
AP watch from real estate and I'm f*cking all these bad bitches
On these drugs looking for nostalgia My bitch bad, put her on the camera
So much pape, they think I'm a scammer and I got three hoes, they call me Santa
Driving down this road all alone, when I get home tell her baby count it up
Wanna be rich like Roddy, chopper low just like a harley
Wanna hear a coincidence, I served molly to a bitch named Molly
Had niggas jumpin' fences since we children, now I'm grown up
I kill em, chop em up, put em in a blender
On these drugs looking for nostalgia my bitch bad, put her on the camera
So much pape, they think I'm a scammer and I got three hoes, they call me Santa
Huh, huh, huh driving down this road all alone when I get home, tell her, baby, count it up
Straight wok, ain't no soda in my cup, the feds locked my bro, it's time to switch it up
$uperF!y - Nostalgia Lyrics
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All these drugs in my body, I'm a narcotic College girl, her head is stupid, she got
Hella knowledge, tell that hoe to call me captain, flyer than
A pilot, and tell that hoe to shut up with all that talking
We gon' ride in silence, on these drugs looking for nostalgia
My bitch bad, put her on the camera so much pape, they think I'm a scammer
And I got three hoes, they call me Santa, driving down this road all alone
When I get home, tell her, baby, count it up, straight wok ain't no soda in my cup
The feds locked my bro, it's time to switch it up
Stretch a nigga like elastic, serving coke, percs, and xannies
Mix Dior and Lanvin's, love my demon, her name is heaven
Gotta thank my addicts took me from the basement, now I'm having
AP watch from real estate and I'm f*cking all these bad bitches
On these drugs looking for nostalgia My bitch bad, put her on the camera
So much pape, they think I'm a scammer and I got three hoes, they call me Santa
Driving down this road all alone, when I get home tell her baby count it up
Wanna be rich like Roddy, chopper low just like a harley
Wanna hear a coincidence, I served molly to a bitch named Molly
Had niggas jumpin' fences since we children, now I'm grown up
I kill em, chop em up, put em in a blender
On these drugs looking for nostalgia my bitch bad, put her on the camera
So much pape, they think I'm a scammer and I got three hoes, they call me Santa
Huh, huh, huh driving down this road all alone when I get home, tell her, baby, count it up
Straight wok, ain't no soda in my cup, the feds locked my bro, it's time to switch it up
Hella knowledge, tell that hoe to call me captain, flyer than
A pilot, and tell that hoe to shut up with all that talking
We gon' ride in silence, on these drugs looking for nostalgia
My bitch bad, put her on the camera so much pape, they think I'm a scammer
And I got three hoes, they call me Santa, driving down this road all alone
When I get home, tell her, baby, count it up, straight wok ain't no soda in my cup
The feds locked my bro, it's time to switch it up
Stretch a nigga like elastic, serving coke, percs, and xannies
Mix Dior and Lanvin's, love my demon, her name is heaven
Gotta thank my addicts took me from the basement, now I'm having
AP watch from real estate and I'm f*cking all these bad bitches
On these drugs looking for nostalgia My bitch bad, put her on the camera
So much pape, they think I'm a scammer and I got three hoes, they call me Santa
Driving down this road all alone, when I get home tell her baby count it up
Wanna be rich like Roddy, chopper low just like a harley
Wanna hear a coincidence, I served molly to a bitch named Molly
Had niggas jumpin' fences since we children, now I'm grown up
I kill em, chop em up, put em in a blender
On these drugs looking for nostalgia my bitch bad, put her on the camera
So much pape, they think I'm a scammer and I got three hoes, they call me Santa
Huh, huh, huh driving down this road all alone when I get home, tell her, baby, count it up
Straight wok, ain't no soda in my cup, the feds locked my bro, it's time to switch it up
Writer: Alfonso Santiago-White
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