Don Toliver Nauseous* lyrics
Nauseous*
Don Toliver
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Sloppy
I would tell the truth but pop a Xan on [?] Audi
I stepped out that trap, you hit the club, it's a lil cloudy
Don't stand near La Flame, pop the box open like Roddy
Feelin' nauseous
Slap that ass, yeah
I know you gettin' ratchet, money and weed, got matches?
Got the softest fabric
I wanna come through like [?]
Lots of plastic, yeah
Tell me where you wanna go (Go)
[?] road
That [?] made a [?]
They tryna put me down
Sloppy
I would tell the truth but pop a Xan on [?] Audi
I stepped out that trap, you hit the club, it's a lil cloudy
Don't stand near La Flame, pop the box open like Roddy
Feelin' nauseous
Slap that ass, yeah
I know you gettin' ratchet, money and weed, got matches?
Got the softest fabric
I wanna come through like [?]
Lots of plastic, yeah
Tell me where you wanna go (Go)
[?] road
That [?] made a [?]
They tryna put me down
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