Naglaa'
N A G L A A
Apostrophe
Definition
Beautiful black baby
Aye Nag can I talk my sh*t real quick
Talk to sh*t then
A diamond in the dirt that's what you are
I had to dig you up we came so far
Yo ex left you scarred like a disobedient slave
Now it's our time to rise I got tired of seeing you caged
Yo last man f*cked up so you had to turn the page
Got me spitting poetry on yo beat I thank the lord for his ways
Now I'm caught up in a daze and I don't even want to blink
I ain't spitting no sob story so you can turn off that tink
I wrap my arms around you and keep you warm like a mink
It's time to catch this bag
F*ck the haters they gone think what they think
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Naglaa'
N A G L A A
Apostrophe
Definition
Beautiful black baby
Aye Nag can I talk my sh*t real quick
Talk to sh*t then
A diamond in the dirt that's what you are
I had to dig you up we came so far
Yo ex left you scarred like a disobedient slave
Now it's our time to rise I got tired of seeing you caged
Yo last man f*cked up so you had to turn the page
Got me spitting poetry on yo beat I thank the lord for his ways
Now I'm caught up in a daze and I don't even want to blink
I ain't spitting no sob story so you can turn off that tink
I wrap my arms around you and keep you warm like a mink
It's time to catch this bag
F*ck the haters they gone think what they think
N A G L A A
Apostrophe
Definition
Beautiful black baby
Aye Nag can I talk my sh*t real quick
Talk to sh*t then
A diamond in the dirt that's what you are
I had to dig you up we came so far
Yo ex left you scarred like a disobedient slave
Now it's our time to rise I got tired of seeing you caged
Yo last man f*cked up so you had to turn the page
Got me spitting poetry on yo beat I thank the lord for his ways
Now I'm caught up in a daze and I don't even want to blink
I ain't spitting no sob story so you can turn off that tink
I wrap my arms around you and keep you warm like a mink
It's time to catch this bag
F*ck the haters they gone think what they think
Writer: NADEIA BANKS
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave