Lyrics Hardy Caprio – Naij

Buh buh..
Hmm..
Fuck this weak shit
Yeah yeah..

Me and Tex in that ride
Man finesse like I’m Naij
They’re forgetting what I’m like
Wanna bread me on the sly
End up comin’ too close
Please don’t step up on my Nikes
In the evening time we love em’
But by the morning tell em’ bye
All these rap bruddas corny
Everything they do it bores me
How you running to the pigs
But you’re comin’ telling porkies
Mouth doing Mo Farah
They just wanna tell a story
Oh no, oh no
They’re forgetting what I’m like

Me and Tex in that ride
They’re forgetting what I’m like
Man finesse like I’m Naij
Man finesse like I’m Naij
Used to be dead broke
Now we get it like its rice
Bare at home, bare at home
Man you gotta tell em’ twice
Cool off, cool off
Stand down stand down

I’m in the ends with your gal’ens
With the man I finesse with Naij
These man that I flex with Naij
They might beat while I dead this pride
My yardy niggas they on badness
With the man I cut cheques with Naij
These man I finesse with Naij
Man’s had a hectic life

I just always wanted more
Yatties wanna come on tour
Man just wanna come and bounce
I’m a lighty connoisseur
You weren’t saying nothing then
How you saying something now?
Bitches off your front door
Man will come into your house
I just let you know its patent
Why you moving like a patty?
Man might pull up with a scatty
White Beamer black trackie
You weren’t saying nothing then
How you saying something now?
You won’t even know I know the drilla nigga
I just fucking get about

Me and Tex in that ride
They’re forgetting what I’m like
Man finesse like I’m Naij
Man finesse like I’m Naij
Used to be dead broke
Now we get it like its rice
Bare at home, bare at home
Man you gotta tell em’ twice
Cool off, cool off
Stand down stand down
Anymore weak shit
Man down, man down
I don’t wanna hear sound
I don’t wanna hear sound
Fuck this weak shit
Man’s out, man’s out

I’m in the ends with your gal’ens
With the man I finesse with Naij
These man that I flex with Naij
They might beat while I dead this pride
My yardy niggas they on badness
With the man I cut cheques with Naij
These man I finesse with Naij
Man’s had a hectic life

Man’s always wanted more
…On tour
I just wanna come ‘n’ bounce
I’m a lighty connoisseur