March 30, 2023

Smaddy Wend - Nelstalgic (Lyrics)

Smaddy Wend - ɴᴇʟꜱᴛᴀʟɢɪᴄ (Lyrics)

My momma, my momma
My momma, upon my momma yeah
My poppa, my poppa
My poppa, upon my poppa yeah

If it's bad, let's swerve it
Racks, let's get it
To be in this class, gotta earn it
Pop gas, nelstalgic
If it's bad, let's swerve it
Racks, let's get it
To be in this class, gotta earn it
Pop gas, nelstalgic

Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic
Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic
Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic
Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic

These niggas be thinkin' issa dice game
We play chess, nigga fuck fame
Runnin' that quarterback, with full aim
Pullin' up with the racks, like checkmate
Talkin' to my exes like, you should have had faith
But whatever nigga, it was a nice game

Wish you had brains
You could have grew wings
And flew states (flew states)

Down in Taiwan, drinking red wine
No cool aid (Cool aid)
Music & I, we like grapevine
We form braids (cool braids)
Somebody went fuck High Skool (Haii Skool)
That ain't paradise, I gotta chase grades
Been at it since 69
But I never catch cases

My momma, my momma
My momma, upon my momma yeah
My poppa, my poppa
My poppa, upon my poppa yeah

If it's bad, let's swerve it
Racks, let's get it
To be in this class, gotta earn it
Pop gas, nelstalgic
If it's bad, let's swerve it
Racks, let's get it
To be in this class, gotta earn it
Pop gas, nelstalgic

Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic
Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic
Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic
Nelstalgic, Nelstalgic

Jah man
Wah wid dis blood clat chat
(Mi ha fi yuh know)
Dat man cyaa rap wah yuh talkin' bout
Get outta here wid yuh bomboclaat thing
(Wuh yuh sey?)
Unruly
(Take your hat off boy, that's a Dollar Bill)

(Tuu, tuu, tuu, tuu)
These bitches be thinking I might, okay?
Let her in to my room for the night okay?
Hope that bitch sees the light okay?
Ain't tripping
Not, over - What's not mine okay?
(Tuu, tuu, tuu, tuu)

This shit I smoke is high grade, might take you to the grave
Might do you like Cobain, by gads
Might drown you through this wave
Whats love? Stop messing with my brains
On God, I don't shoot before I aim
Pure trust, this flow is over age
Watlanga, na Mr. Muhlanga
(Tuu, tuu, tuu, tuu)

NELSTALGIC, NELSTALGIC
NELSTALGIC, Get this shit into your mind
Mind, mind, mind, mind
Mind, mind, mind, mind

Do it again
I'm done these percs
I'ma run through these laps
Ain't no faking, no staging
I'm silent they asking
If he's getting all these racks
Doing what's best huh
Smoking this grass I
I'm doing me nigga
Tryin'a unfold like Jigga
Watch me rock these Nations
Till they get an orgasm

Whoa, stalgic, whoa, stalgic
Do a nostalgic, do a stalgic
Stalgic, nostalgic, Stalgic

Written by Muhlanga Nel

 

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