Ayzha Nyree - Noya lyrics

She from the Noooya (She from the Noooya) Straight from the Noooya, ayy (Straight from the Noooya) Turn up the burn (Burn, burn) And made it colder, yeah (And made it colder, yeah) Whippin’ my Rover (Whippin’ my Rover) Might need a chauffeur (Might need a chauffeur, yeah) They know it’s over And I mean what I write I can’t lean on the price This choppa gon’ sing, but it bite, Know I need what I like Tell a n***a speak to me nice I can’t be what you like You move like a thief in the night, I’m a queen, where’s the knight? Lame n***a can’t be what I like, And don’t get me wrong, you had me back then Yeah, I was sprung ’til I left you in the past tense I could never let you back in What you did to me back then Knew you were wrong It don’t matter ’til she packin’ If you catch a n***a lackin’, get down It ain’t worth your peace or bag, baby get your own That n***a just a lame n***a, nothin’ more Gotta hit the ignore That should leave him lost She from the Noooya (She from the Noooya) Straight from the Noooya, ayy (Straight from the Noooya) Turn up the burn (Burn, burn) And made it colder, yeah (And made it colder, yeah) Whippin’ my Rover (Whippin’ my Rover) Might need a chauffeur (Might need a chauffeur, yeah) They know it’s over And I mean what I write I can’t lean on the price This choppa gon’ sing, but it bite, Know I need what I like Tell a n***a speak to me nice, I can’t be what you like You move like a thief in the night, I’m a queen, where’s the knight? Lame n***a can’t be what I like, And I’ve been through the worst (Through the worst) Type bent, n***a tried it, but that sly s**t didn’t work Now he gon’ OD on the past Like I drug, know he need me bad Yeah, got him itchin’ and regrettin’ b*tches that I told him wasn’t gon’ last Yeah, all these ni**as tryna hop up in to get back N***a, you’ll be in a bag You ain’t ready, it get real like that You the reason shawty feel like that, oh yeah Shawty ballin’, yeah But you ain’t ballin’ yet So I’m ’bout to get in my bag again She from the Noooya (She from the Noooya) Straight from the Noooya, ayy (Straight from the Noooya) Turn up the burn (Burn, burn) And made it colder, yeah (And made it colder, yeah) Whippin’ my Rover (Whippin’ my Rover) Might need a chauffeur, yeah (Might need a chauffeur, yeah) They know it’s over And I mean what I write I can’t lean on the price This choppa gon’ sing, but it bite Know I need what I like Tell a n***a speak to me nice, I can’t be what you like You move like a thief in the night I’m a queen, where’s the knight? Lame n***a can’t be what I like