Blue Foster - Nothin' On My Wrist

Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
Ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve
Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist

If I had nothing in my life you would be nothing to me
If I had something like a wife you'd still be coming to me
I know I look a lot better and that's hard to believe
, barter with me
I'm not really that strong but I still roll up my sleeves

And my hair is always messy, keep the barber with me
What does that even mеan?
Man, these songs are free
So I don't gotta bе consistent lyrically

Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
Ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve
Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist

Swerve, swerve
Got my license last week
Hit the dollar store and I pick up what I need (can I have some?)
Oreos, and snickers, and cookies and shit, oh my God
Soda, pop, and cookies with other cream on top




I'm a skinny kid when I was fifteen, achieved

Nirvana, Buddha shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve
Nirvana, holy shit, whole lotta
Nerve on ya, who the bitch, she gotta swerve on ya
Come on to my crib
I'm gonna hurt on ya
I ain't got nothing on my wrist, achieve