TASTE Letra - Nemzzz ft. D-Block Europe

(Nathaniel London)

(ZEL, this shit crazy)

Yo

She look bad every day, mm

Chains all up in her face, mm

She got expensive taste, mm

She been serving face, mm

Cook the coke into paste, mm

Molly water to her face, mm (Sheesh)

Lean stains in the Wraith

I like how this lady taste (Yo)

Made her walk just so I can stare back

Take off your clothes, I'm hitting it

Hypnotised, I'm hitting it bareback

Put her to bed, she got jet lag

Give me a taste, got her wet now

You want Chanel? Go get that

Stack in the bag, ayo, take that

She got a man, I didn't hear that

Got in my bag and it multiplied

Sat on my face, made her cry

They hate on me, wonder why

Blue in the whip like the sky

Out the way, I'm out the mix

No 808s that back up the kick

They adding it up, I'm tryna be slick

But we got the same background on pics

She look bad every day, mm

Chains all up in her face, mm

She got expensive taste, mm

She been serving face, mm

Cook the coke into paste, mm

Molly water to her face, mm (Sheesh)

Lean stains in the Wraith (Yeah)

I like how this lady taste (Yeah)

Sippin' [cream? 1:05], like the taste, uh-huh

Calabasas out the gate, uh-uh

Gun closet with a safe, uh-huh

Things that we done, can't say, uh-uh

Had to go hard 'cause I'm sick of the promises

I cannot deal with the promises

I've sat with a bitch, and we gassed this shit up about love, but we both done the opposite

He roll in the street like DBE, that's why the trap is acknowledging

I heard my nitties is jumping like fleas, that's why they sick and they vomiting

I'm probably in Chrome, I'm sitting Supreme, I'm treating this shit like Adidas (Yeah)

We get the fire, we ain't riding with phones, I know them niggas ain't need us

She look bad every day, mm

Chains all up in her face, mm

She got expensive taste, mm

She been servin' face, mm

Cook the coke into paste, mm

Molly water to her face, mm (Sheesh)

Lean stains in the Wraith

I like how this lady taste (Sheesh)

I'm in Chanel, Hermès, startin' my mornin'

Big league, 80k out the bank (Mm)

Get me in my mood, we diggin' up shoes

Got shooters on speed dial (Mm), tellin' them crash (Mm)

Goddy out the can, get it all back

I ain't takin' my Lam' out if the weather is wack

I make a IG baddie sell crack (Yeah, sheesh)

29 really fuck up the tap, huh (Yeah, sheesh)

'Bout to go Lambo' again (Yeah, sheesh)

Bring the mini AK and the rambo again

I got a ten out of ten

I won't trust her for shit 'cause she riding round with them

Down bad bitch, I know that she would never leave

She a ten out of ten with the natural physique

Me and Bazz talk Patekies, it's tekky

One fifth on the kettle straight from HMP

She look bad every day, mm

Chains all up in her face, mm

She got expensive taste, mm

She been serving face, mm

Cook the coke into paste, mm

Molly water to her face, mm

Lean stains in the Wraith

I like how this lady taste