Ashnikko – Nonsense Lyrics

My eyes on the prize, not obsessed with this material
As you lounge in your pajamas and pop on that ethereal
Wheezin’, outta breath as you try to match my level
My [?] in your hair is all disheveled
Jumanji ganji, fuck it ’cause you raunchy
Knock a bitch out, corn fingers but it’s not me The soundtrack of my life, ho, continuously switchin’ songs
The haters tryna slay me ’cause I’m partial to the crazy
And at the end of the day you’re the one who’s tryna pay me
Down like a showdown, country girl’s a hold-down
Ignorant is bliss but I’m glad that you know now
My momma taught me good but my girls taught me better
Shake it to the rhythm, no matter the weather
My boy by my side, little ho’s tryna get him
But he’s wrapped around my finger, does it hurt when it sets in? Play this song
[Verse 1]
Rollin’ with the punches, bread snack and lunches
[?] in your hand, I got the flavor Cap’n Crunches
Clingin’ to the wall like poison ivy in [?]
Gulp that H20, make it rain and you bitchin’
Minajissistic attitude, smirkin’ at your interlude
Laughing at your lyrics, now you know why they call me rude
Prayin’, hopin’, if it’s ganja, you tokin’
Late on the payments and I’m [?] chain smokin’
Let’s jump this beat like a geek in an alleyway
Pin him to the wall, take his munch money anyway
Decipherin’ my meaning, a cryptic coded tongue twister
My evil twin’s back to attack, I know you missed her
Deck me out in [?] like that bitch Cinderella
Watch your back, in a snap I’ll be there to steal your fella
Jumanji ganji, fuck it ’cause you raunchy
Knock a bitch out, corn fingers but it’s not me
[Verse 2]
And a bitch flauntin’, claimin’ she a freak though
Butcher ears of virgins to the sound of Ashnikko
Lickin’ his licks to the rhythm, I can tell he’s randy
Whisper in my ear with pleadin’ puppy-eyes [?]
And I’m laughing at you hoes with my girl Sandy
Nod your head to this track and lick it like candy
Hashtag yolo, little bitch, grow up
Daily grind, hustle, you know she tryna get some
Me and my babydolls dancin’ like it’s ’99
Greeted just to roast you, film it like it’s prime time
Some call me the playground bully ’cause I make ya cry
But look a little closer, you’ll see right through a naked lie
[?] and we go back to the party
She cheated on her man, now she’s screaming that she’s sorry
Jumanji ganji, fuck it ’cause you raunchy
Knock a bitch out, corn fingers but it’s not me
[Verse 3]
And you gossip, this is nonsense, what this girl been sippin’ on?

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