CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : NOLA
August Alsina – NOLA Lyrics
Yeah
NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Ayy
Yeah
Oh, oh
NOLA, NOLA, ayy
Got niggas askin’ for the old me but they ain’t know me
You wouldn’t own this
Four walls couldn’t hold me
Lame nigga can’t control me
Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly
If I didn’t think it was for me
They’ll never make you [?]
And then it’s fuck you like a old nigga
Anyway you want it, don’t give a damn, we could go nigga
Killin’ everything in my way
No play, play, I’ma go get ’em
Lost some niggas at the [?]
That I ended up and they won’t miss you
Family and friends gon’ miss you
Y’all don’t really want that nigga
Haul off, I just slap niggas
Don’t need a reason, I’m mad, niggas
Ayy, ayy, I’m wild nigga
If I don’t know you, I don’t smile with you
If you ain’t walk a mile in my shoes
I ain’t seen you shootin’ in the gym, nigga
Singin’ never made me soft, nigga
Never confuse me for them niggas
I ain’t never ran from nobody
‘Cause I ain’t never ran into a nigga who could feel me
Ten toes down, no backin’ down until you feelin’ me
I’m from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Where niggas murda, murda, murda, murda
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah)
Strip club gettin’ fake love from the hoe with the ass, be basic (Yeah)
Studio gettin’ fucked up, on the Ciroc, no chasin’ (Yeah)
Poppin’ Xans just to turn it down
Walking ’round lookin’ dumbfound
Lookin’ for something to take down
Really don’t matter I’m numb now
Nothin’ to stop me from runnin’ down on a nigga (Down, down, down)
Dumping rounds at a nigga (Dumping rounds at a nigga)
Locked up with a life sentence (Oh, oh)
You don’t mind, I don’t visit
You rockin’ T-shirt of your [?]
The judge still ain’t gon’ listen
You niggas still watchin’ for the [?] get ’em
It’s gon’ be Hell on Earth, when you see that a nigga don’t care about shit
And I go off the deep end
My AK and just [?] shit
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want? (Yeah)
So you can turn up (Turn up)
When I put out a new song (New song)
So when I fuck up
Documentary on lifetime
Sayin’ that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle
If you knew the old me like my friend
You would tell me what they say
Keep that guy in your past
[?] we don’t want that
Progress is a process
We don’t want you to relapse
The young niggas want the old thing back
Young nigga from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Oh he murda, murda, murda
Yeah
NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Ayy
Yeah
Oh, oh
NOLA, NOLA, ayy
Got niggas askin’ for the old me but they ain’t know me
You wouldn’t own this
Four walls couldn’t hold me
Lame nigga can’t control me
Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly
If I didn’t think it was for me
They’ll never make you [?]
And then it’s fuck you like a old nigga
Anyway you want it, don’t give a damn, we could go nigga
Killin’ everything in my way
No play, play, I’ma go get ’em
Lost some niggas at the [?]
That I ended up and they won’t miss you
Family and friends gon’ miss you
Y’all don’t really want that nigga
Haul off, I just slap niggas
Don’t need a reason, I’m mad, niggas
Ayy, ayy, I’m wild nigga
If I don’t know you, I don’t smile with you
If you ain’t walk a mile in my shoes
I ain’t seen you shootin’ in the gym, nigga
Singin’ never made me soft, nigga
Never confuse me for them niggas
I ain’t never ran from nobody
‘Cause I ain’t never ran into a nigga who could feel me
Ten toes down, no backin’ down until you feelin’ me
I’m from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Where niggas murda, murda, murda, murda
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah)
Strip club gettin’ fake love from the hoe with the ass, be basic (Yeah)
Studio gettin’ fucked up, on the Ciroc, no chasin’ (Yeah)
Poppin’ Xans just to turn it down
Walking ’round lookin’ dumbfound
Lookin’ for something to take down
Really don’t matter I’m numb now
Nothin’ to stop me from runnin’ down on a nigga (Down, down, down)
Dumping rounds at a nigga (Dumping rounds at a nigga)
Locked up with a life sentence (Oh, oh)
You don’t mind, I don’t visit
You rockin’ T-shirt of your [?]
The judge still ain’t gon’ listen
You niggas still watchin’ for the [?] get ’em
It’s gon’ be Hell on Earth, when you see that a nigga don’t care about shit
And I go off the deep end
My AK and just [?] shit
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want? (Yeah)
So you can turn up (Turn up)
When I put out a new song (New song)
So when I fuck up
Documentary on lifetime
Sayin’ that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle
If you knew the old me like my friend
You would tell me what they say
Keep that guy in your past
[?] we don’t want that
Progress is a process
We don’t want you to relapse
The young niggas want the old thing back
Young nigga from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Oh he murda, murda, murda
