Jack Harlow
Jack Harlow - Nail Tech songtekst
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Mm-mm, mm, mm-mm Tss My nail tech knows how to keep a lil' secret I don't wish for my success, I speak it I caught a buzz, and you did too, but you tweakin' I look like I been gettin' money, I reek it You smell me, that's LV Walkin' 'round with my chest out and my skin smooth, I'm healthy I'm in the mix and I'm handshakin', but most of y'all can't help me (nah) Most of y'all ain't wealthy (nope), most of y'all just dress like it I caught the vibe that y'all givin' off and I'm tryna make myself less like it This chick got a lil' Porsche body, I might let the bro test-drive it It's hard for me to get excited, I love music and stress 'bout it My city haulin', I'm cosignin' this wave, comin' up next out it Ridin' 'round in the shotgun in her Tesla Hangin' both of my legs out it, like "What's up?" (What's up?) I got stakes and they too high now, I can't fuck up (can't fuck up) I like girls that's down to earth, so don't be stuck up (stuck up) I don't take L's, I give 'em out and I chuck 'em up First listen they hearin' this shit, like, "What the fuck?" Ten toes, that's my MO Fam over 'Gram, that's my MO (on my mama) Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close And they let it go while I reload Like baow, baow, baow TSA just opened my book bag up And my chain hittin' like Baow, baow, baow, baow The king's back in his hometown When them wheels hit and I touch down they Baow, baow, baow, baow She down low, three point stance I'm back there doin' Jack dance like Baow, baow, baow, baow And I'm not no fashionista, but I'm fly though (but I'm fly) And I know I gave up drinkin', but I'm high though (but I'm high) I told her, "I don't cum from head, but you can try though" (you can try) I'm not on top of this shit yet, but I'm that guy though I take a look 'round at my comp and it's just, uh (ooh) Wide open, big whippin', it slide open (mm-mm) I notice they treat me like I'm chosen (I'm chosen) Eyes open, heart clean and my mind focused This shit just keeps goin' how I wrote it How the hell could you doubt us? I mean, back then, it made sense, but it's like, now what? Now they down to come 'round just to be 'round us You ain't one of my dawgs, why do you hound us? It's very few of you I like But it's a whole lot of y'all I don't trust 'Cause ten toes, that's my MO Fam over 'Gram, that's my MO Fuck a close friends, I got friends that I keep close And they let it go while I reload Like baow, baow, baow TSA just opened my book bag up And my chain hittin' like Baow, baow, baow, baow The king's back in his hometown When them wheels hit and I touch down they Baow, baow, baow, baow She down low, three point stance I'm back there doin' Jack dance like Baow, baow, baow, baow