Hell Naw (Explicit)

Hell Naw (Explicit) - Nasty C

Written by：Nasty-C/Nsikayesizwe David Junior Ngcobe

Am I ever gonna quit

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t

F**king right I bring the levels to this b**ch

You know you right my ni**a

Am I ever gonna quit

Hell naw hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit

Hell naw hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t

I really am

F**king right I bring the levels to this b**ch

It's all done

You know you right

I'm making music for niggas in suits ties

They all got a money evil smile

That's ending conversations with the I'll let my people call your people line

I rap for the ones still in high school

Probably my age and they think I'm cool

For the little ones calling me uncle

Sh*t you know I do this for the dimes too

I'm tryna find out where mind at

I don't think I'm crazy I'm beyond that

Every girl I'm with is either blessed or obsessed with dressing and looking like Beyonce

And I'm a jiggy jigga yea I'm on that

There's not a thing I hate more than a contract

I been killing niggas since I was the kid that rushes home

Just to go play mortal combat

I'm too wavy like format

I could really bring it to your doormat

I don't think you wanna get embarrassed by the young king aaah aah noor man

I'm the leader now just get behind me

You know you like my sh*t you can't deny it

Bro I came up like boom boom boom dead silence

Someone get the bodies get the bodies

Am I ever gonna quit

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t

F**king right I bring the levels to this b**ch

You know you right my ni**a

Am I ever gonna quit

Hell naw hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit

Hell naw hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t

I really am

F**king right I bring the levels to this b**ch

It's all done

You know you right

The real ones listen to me when I tell my story

The fakes ones always wanna write it for me

I never wanted to rain on your parade

I started doing all of this for white Jordan's

Now I made it clear to the store manager

I want the sh*t delivered to me

It's like all the niggas that you all praise

Are just some other niggas to me

Dumbing down is a motherf**king mission for me

I know a couple that could use a couple lyrics from me

I make all of my women mirror for me

And then I tell 'em would you please pick a pillow for me

Aaah ni**a would you please cry a river for me

Put a pistol to your head and pull the trigger for me

Tell me do you want a kidney or a liver from me

If you hate me then why do you login to twitter for me

Isn't this a b**ch tho

A short ni**a came and hit a swish hoe

I'm doing every day and night shift

Just to get it coz you ain't really hot until your wrist cold

Can somebody order me some chill tho

I really never ever had no chill bro

But I'm really giving everybody chills

Ni**a chill chill chill can somebody get the window

Damn can somebody get the window

Am I ever gonna quit

Hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit

Hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t

F**king right I bring the levels to this b**ch

You know you right my ni**a

Am I ever gonna quit

Hell naw hell naw

Will I dumb it down a bit

Hell naw hell naw

Am I running with the sh*t

I really am

F**king right I bring the levels to this b**ch

It's all done

You know you right my ni**a