Nigga Gotta Have It Songtext
von Ruben Slikk

What you got a hand on, nigga?
Cuffin′ her arm
What you got a hand on, nigga?
Cuffin' her arm


Came in this bitch servin′ major cocaine
Ballin', ballin', ballin′, yeah, I′m ballin' out the frame
Astros, check out my Louis frames
Got Louis V sneaks and my belt match, mane
Can′t you tell that a nigga ain't tamed?
Love to smoke weed, love to sip my lean
Love to pop thangs
Roll in the party
Told the fuckin′ bitch, "Let's get this shit started"
Suck on the dick, rubber on first
Take the rubber off, bust a nut up in her purse
Nigga, I′m a G, can't you tell that's what
A nigga like to do and serve white dust
On the motherfuckin′ side, yeah, it′s time to ride
Pussy ass bitch, don't try to fuckin′ hide
From a nigga like me 'cause I need my money
Bitch, don′t smile 'cause ain′t shit funny
Funny

What you got a hand on, nigga?
Cuffin' her arm
What you got a hand on, nigga?
Cuffin' her arm


Hundred pack of beans, barrel on the beam
Half a pound of kush in the O of ice cream
Mop top, nigga hit a lick and clear the scene
Rockin′ all black like a ninja, lookin′ mean
A nigga got a habit, nigga, I'm a savage
Beat the pussy up and let your bitch drop cabbage
Smooth on the pole when she lick the nutsack
She pay a nigga when I bust on her butt crack
Fresh as a fuck, grill on gleam
Chickenhead gold diggin′ bitches on my team
I'm smokin′ on that potent, when I toke it, man, it sting
She give a nigga dough, I put that pussy in a sling
Can't you tell that it′s me?
Dreaded on up in that ice cream tee
Prada on the jeans and the shoes Gucci
Fuck your bitch in her mouth if her lips juicy
Chea

What you got a hand on, nigga?
Cuffin' her arm
What you got a hand on, nigga?
Cuffin' her arm