Griselda

Album cover art for "Griselda" by Nolay

Nolay - Rap

Griselda

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Non English introduction [VERSE] Griselda with my grill Chain swinging it's real Gutter bitch from the ville[?] Gangster with sex appeal Sick and bad to the bone Come up outta my throne I had to beg the bitch pardon Braids swinging like Tarzan Flamingos in my garden I was destined for stardom Now I'm back and I'm starvin Tell em fetch the red carpet You start shit ill finish it with arson Big, bad, sick I'm wicked like Harlem The hardest, crud I come up outta the mud Sometimes surrounded by thugs These snakes will drown me in hugs Montana surrounded by drugs Your flow dead like Manolo Yolo, yola, Jimmy call a bitch Lola Thesе rappers blow from payola These man act likе they're my owner Cos I'm colder than Mongolia and sicker than ammonia Gang pretty like a bag of magnolias My shit dope it's opium Now all of these doors are opening And the fans so gassed they yodelling I see nuttin but big bags totalling Cos a lot of big deals with brokering Non English speaking Bonny bad without Clyde I like to dine without wine I'd rather sip on martinis On rooftops in fendy bikinis Tell the bitch she can't be me The game cut throat and hold my name sweeney The big bad G.O.A.T. and nobody can see me The sick mad ghost that move around freely I get that, chop that, bag that Im greedy Then make it disappear I'm Houdini I got this in the bag like it's tea leafs This year imma ball like Maldini Really I ain't never lost no sleep When I lay and think about this rap scene I'll eat them I don't greet them Pull up a chair and just seat them I ain't gotta join a man when I can beat them I hope these chicks can swim they're in the deep end Can we be friends Well that depends On whether you're real or just pretend I've ran through so many bars And so many flows And so many jewels And so many clothes On so many planes On so many boats Through so many lanes And I've been cold every step of the way Imma threat to the game Rappers hate undercover like a bitch in duvets I ain't got nothing to lose only something to gain Next year Watch the price inflate Imma flood these streets like the 1980s surge of cocaine Lenses balmain Take the whole plate Then slide like ice skates

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  • Nolay