Nasty C - There They Go

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Lyrics of There They Go by Nasty C

Intro) Ooh, woah, there they go, they, they, Nasty CSA


(Chorus)

There they go, eh, south side, there they go eh

There they go, eh bands, there they go, bands, bands, bands, wow

There they go, eh, gangstas, there they go, eh

Why your neck green, cos that ain't diamonds and that ain't gold

There they go, eh, broke ass niggas, wow, hating ass bitches

How you hate on a thug, thug, you a cunt, cunt, you ain't got no vision, eh

I'm still spending, eh, cos I'm that nigga, eh, D'Angelo eh, balenci.... wow


(Verse 1)

Me and my gang came for the whole damn cake nigga, gimme your slice

I hate where you came from, you snitch, it be a whole city of mice, Hallelujah

I thank God for all the blessings and the real niggas in life, my niggas

A hater will go set Twitter on fire whenever real niggas is right, things that I don't need in my life

Man that's too pink to be Sprite, trap shit, I drink lean every night

I be listening to Weezy and he the reason I smoke trees and I bleed on the mic

See me now when I was 16, I was right every night

I was spitting 16's by the light

You were praying for a job, I was praying for the mob, now we here counting money and we ain't never counted out

Told Pops if he need a couple racks, just shout, I'm cleaning 'em out, don't doubt

King-size bed for my couch, Nasty CSA, yee, spitting on tag for the clout

I'm a fine ass nigga from the south, diamonds, whole lotta carats in the mouth, oh man


(Chorus)

There they go, eh, south side, there they go eh

There they go, eh bands, there they go, bands, bands, bands, wow

There they go, eh, gangstas, there they go, eh

Why your neck green, cos that ain't diamonds and that ain't gold

There they go, eh, broke ass niggas, wow, hating ass bitches

How you hate on a thug, thug, you a cunt, cunt, you ain't got no vision, eh

I'm still spending, eh, cos I'm that nigga, eh, D'Angelo eh, balenci.... wow


(Verse 2)

The hoes in the videos been ran through, you a 7, you ain't really that bad boo

Bitches want more champagne, you should get more shampoo, I done got so much status I'm fucking my karma then send her at you

You ain't gotta know what that means, just gotta know it came from a badass dude

I'm an animal with a badass toe and a badass hoe and the cash stack grow

Me and my dawg go back I know but he spilled my lean, I'm mad at bro

You gas me, let it be the gas I smoke, radio would never know the tracks I wrote

Me versus me, that's ghost and G.O.A.T, I sign deals but I own my soul

I might fuck around selling new mixtapes door by door, difference between me and all my foes, when the racks tell me to go, I go

Made a lot of money cause I know what I know, this flow fucked up Noah's boat

You really shouldn't call my money my money, call it Mrs. NGCOBO


(Chorus)

There they go, eh, south side, there they go eh

There they go, eh bands, there they go, bands, bands, bands, wow

There they go, eh, gangstas, there they go, eh

Why your neck green, cos that ain't diamonds and that ain't gold

There they go, eh, broke ass niggas, wow, hating ass bitches

How you hate on a thug, thug, you a cunt, cunt, you ain't got no vision, eh

I'm still spending, eh, cos I'm that nigga, eh, D'Angelo eh, balenci.... wow


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