Andre Nickatina Tina Terry Lyrics:
Andre Nickatina Tina Terry Horns and Halos

(Nikky) I use to slither like a snake Forget the
chit chatter it really didn't matter if the
other bitch was badder I climb it like a ladder
she's feenin like a clucka The homies in the
motion make it hard for a sucka Cause I blow
blueberry that's something I can carry till I
met this fine bitch her name was Tina Terry She
hit me like a rave like she hit the stage She
looked me in my eyes and said I can get you paid
Im the Motorola I told the dime on the rise I'll
give you half the chance; if you could see it in
my eyes But don't be a buster gotta kill the
structure we get a little chedda man from Any cat
that touch her She said she was game and knew I
had game But even with game girl you gotta use
your brain Man this is necessary on the contrary
my 5'9 fine dime yeah Tina Terry These Cats be
lookin hard These Hoes Be lookin hard because they
know She got a stylin body made from God I put her
in the Lac im tryin to make a stack Man cats be
sayin Andre Nikky how you bust that I pull down my
hat it aint no surprise I cover up my eyes but im
not tryin to hide Man you'll realize you can
test it by the bitch Especially when the chicken
sayin "Baby take this" In a real way

(Dubee) Now listen, The homies told me you was
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open season on a renegade night toleratin so keep
game she workin that blade up and cursin this game
up she aint claimin your name I aint servin you
papers I old school Cuddie gotsa know I just
rocked the show knocked it like a door From day
you was curtains you callin my number. (Hello)...6
foota down south baby all through the summer me
and you gotta show me that she really was down we
hit the map all tracks every city and town And to
that pay you know the games way out give me the
loot and ima swoop you from grey hound face down
Gotta know that a hoe gonna get it Let her know
every thang copasetic Blazed up a black put her
down a sac my homie asked me EQ where you knock
that I pulled out a row and you know she lost
control of everything a half a thizz, back wood
and the Hennessey Now I got her outta body and
mind but this real thang I aint talkin Bonny and
Clyde

(Shag Nasty) Don't chall know you fuckin wit a
real mac that aint goin for nothin but bringing
all the scratch back outta cash man your boy will
snatch a peezay since she comin delinquent wit
bringin all the scratch back Im known to comin and
go im on the hunt for another hoe my Lincoln
Navigator is a Navi-Hoe I'll mac a hoe so hard
they call me knock-a-meechie tell them broads to
have they money right before they come and see me
Like my home girl Tina she was more than a
misdemeanor when it comes to Tina she's a pipe
cleaner people ask me where I meet the hoe when me
and Queezy was chillin at a hicky show she
whispered in my ear shag you ready to go pointed
toward the Bentley and flashed some doe I looked
at that as said Girl foe sho told my home boys
gotta hoe gotta go...........
Lyrics: Tina Terry, Andre Nickatina [end]