CASisDEAD - Nigella | Текст песни

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[Chorus x2]
Nigella, Nigella, Nigella, Ni
Wicked in the kitchen
You could call me Nigella

[Verse 1]
I'm a buyer, I'm a seller
Couple boxes in my cellar
You can hit me up whenever
What you want? I got whatever
This year did not start so clever
Yeah, but now I'm boxing clever
You got boxes, well I never
You chat shit then, well I never
He only had nine quid but, I let the cat have the bag
I told him keep it to himself though, he let the cat out the bag
He better stop bringing me them DVD players, I can't shift them
My bird wants a 3D TV, get one if you can lift them

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2]
Yeah
Dressed in Versace
Getting choked by Saatchi
Told her fuck that old nigga, come link me and lets party
We can do a bit of Charlie
You can wear something tarty
You can whip me up a tart, while I serve cats in the park
They be coppin' from me from early, so I give them four for thirty
From my ass crack to their pipe, they don't care if it's dirty
If I'm running low I hang them out to dry like jerky
It's not Boxing Day, but, they're all having cold turkey

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3]
Me and Mason in Margiela
In her Maison drinking Stella
Yeah she knows I make that cheddar
Where it's from, I never tell her
Hit the road, whatever weather
Bag of pebbles and a beller
Cats all sat down on the stairs
Melting spoons like Uri Geller
Set up shop in this whore's flat, her pimp was a fucking mug
Her kid, he hid in the wardrobe; while she was fucking for drugs
Once I cut it with Persil, I had them sneezing out suds
But they'll be covered in cuts if I clock that they paid me with duds

[Chorus x4]

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