Dee Watkins - Nolia Flow lyrics

[Intro] Wow (Yeah, ni**as got me fu*ked up in this...) Yeah, this for them motherfu*kin' soldiers For my soldiers (From all the way) For my thugs in the trenches (From down South with it) Look [Verse 1] This for them soldiers The ones who stuck in them trenches The ones who locked up, doin' time, ain't seen them kids in a minute The prosecutor in her feelings, ain't reducin' no sentence I done had a lot of problems with them dirty lil' b*tches My lil' ni**a fu*ked up, baby mama, she trippin' She want money for them kids, he say, "How I'm gon' get it?" So he bought a stick, started robbin' and killin' Started puttin' sh*t to sleep, now he hot in the city Now it's JPay, he callin' me like send him some money Say he in a situation, he fu*ked over his bunky Now it's back to the block, servin' basers and junkies Monday to Sunday, tryna turn nothin' to somethin' My probation officer been on that fu*k sh*t again House arrest don't make it better, but it is what it is 'Cause she gon' come 'round nine, and I'm gone by ten How the fu*k you expectin' me to provide for them kids? (fu*k) Call Rissa on the phone, man, I love that b*tch I can't wait 'til I get home so I can cut that sh*t She gon' su*k that dick with ice, she know I love that sh*t You lookin' for me, you can find me where them thugs at, jit ni**as be lyin' to their kids, but won't lie to your honor They some snitches and b*tches, name stay in some drama Before I tell on my ni**a, put me six feet under Real soldier, that's that life in the jungle This that life in the jungle, uh [Chorus] This that Nolia flow (ni**a, what?) This that Nolia flow (ni**a, what?) This that motherfu*kin' what? Huh, this that Nolia flow ni**a, what? This that Nolia flow (Huh, yeah) [Verse 2] Now I'm late night slidin' in that all-black Jeep Gotta watch my every move 'cause this sh*t look a lil' creep Finna get some top from this lil' thot and she stay right 'cross the street I told that b*tch to hurry up, I ain't had head all week And she say, "fu*k you, ni**a," I say, "fu*k you too" She say, "I love your Black ass," girl, I love you too See, I done had a lot of hoes, but they can't do it like you su*k it and look me in my eyes, girl, you look so cute See, I'm a thug, but thugs need love (Yeah) 'Cause love the only thing that keep a ni**a's head above And when we first met, you knew exactly what it was So hold a ni**a down until them crackers lock me up A gangsta, survivor, right hand on the Bible Left hand on my rifle, I'm watchin' for my rival But if I die, tell my grandma that I love her I'm sorry, mama, I'm a hard-headed motherfu*ker (Yeah) [Chorus] Yeah, and this that Nolia flow (That Nolia flow) This that Nolia flow This that motherfu*kin' what? Uh, this that Nolia flow (That Nolia flow) This that Nolia flow (Huh, yeah) [Outro] Yeah, free all my (Magnolia) Free all my soldiers across the nation, you feel me? (And I'm ridin' with my motherfu*kin' soldiers) Long live Soulja Slim (Ayy) Long live Slim forever (This that motherfu*kin' Nolia, ayy) (Catch me slidin' with them soldiers) Long live Neek (We slidin', we slidin', yeah) And we still on the same sh*t too (Ha, fu*k a ni**a) Real trench babies (For my, for my soldiers, my motherfu*kin') Yeah (I fu*k with them streets too)