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Nina Video (MV)




Performed By: Dubzy
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Jesse James




Dubzy - Nina Lyrics




Italian crep on my feet
Italian girl on my left
Getting real hard to defeat
Rest in peace to Cadet
She Talking to me like a freak
Literally we just met
We get Big bread baguettes
We get Big bread baguettes

Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that nina
Stepped in the dance with the dance with Nina
A Nigga really left with Rina
Who's my girl? Nah neither
Ray Charles i can't see either
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that Nina

Air Max, when I step
Don't want me she want sex
I'm winning every week oh yep
Winning every week like Pep
Telephone ringing all day I swear this money ting getting me stressed
Do I want more tho yes
Do I get more tho yes
Treats man like I owe her
Gyal a blower there's no debt
Swear I shoulda brought my Brolly
Holly got way too wet
U ain't gonna need them toys
Anymore now
That we've met
U ain't gonna need them boys
Anymore now
That we've met

Talk to you like a sket? That won't happen
You're too fine
Even when you don't drink rose
You still give man a good wine
Came from swine, then I flew
Wasted time, then I grew
Might roll deep with my crew
Blacked out jeep, that's not you

Land in the cruiser 4-4 in the back
But I don't mean no bassline song
Cos you got a likkle beard
And a driver's license
Think you're a big man you're wrong
Bitch off TV
Off set in my whip, undo my zip that's Car D, B
Ain't gonna wife you
Ain't gonna marry you
Get off my phone
Stop asking me

Italian crep on my feet
Italian girl on my left
Getting real hard to defeat
Rest in peace to Cadet
She Talking to me like a freak?
Literally, we just met
We get Big bread baguettes
We get Big bread baguettes

Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that nina
Stepped in the dance with the dance with Nina
A Nigga really left with Rina
Who's my girl? Nah neither
Ray Charles, i can't See either
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that Nina
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that neenor
Stepped in the dance with the dance with Nina
A Nigga really left with Rina
Who's my girl? Nah Neither
Ray Charles i can't See either
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that Nina

Air Max, when-I step
Don't want me she want sex I'm
Winning every week oh yep
Winning every week like Pep
Telephone ringing all day
I swear this money ting getting me stressed
Do I want more tho yes
Do I get more tho yes
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Italian crep on my feet
Italian girl on my left
Getting real hard to defeat
Rest in peace to Cadet
She Talking to me like a freak
Literally we just met
We get Big bread baguettes
We get Big bread baguettes

Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that nina
Stepped in the dance with the dance with Nina
A Nigga really left with Rina
Who's my girl? Nah neither
Ray Charles i can't see either
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that Nina

Air Max, when I step
Don't want me she want sex
I'm winning every week oh yep
Winning every week like Pep
Telephone ringing all day I swear this money ting getting me stressed
Do I want more tho yes
Do I get more tho yes
Treats man like I owe her
Gyal a blower there's no debt
Swear I shoulda brought my Brolly
Holly got way too wet
U ain't gonna need them toys
Anymore now
That we've met
U ain't gonna need them boys
Anymore now
That we've met

Talk to you like a sket? That won't happen
You're too fine
Even when you don't drink rose
You still give man a good wine
Came from swine, then I flew
Wasted time, then I grew
Might roll deep with my crew
Blacked out jeep, that's not you

Land in the cruiser 4-4 in the back
But I don't mean no bassline song
Cos you got a likkle beard
And a driver's license
Think you're a big man you're wrong
Bitch off TV
Off set in my whip, undo my zip that's Car D, B
Ain't gonna wife you
Ain't gonna marry you
Get off my phone
Stop asking me

Italian crep on my feet
Italian girl on my left
Getting real hard to defeat
Rest in peace to Cadet
She Talking to me like a freak?
Literally, we just met
We get Big bread baguettes
We get Big bread baguettes

Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that nina
Stepped in the dance with the dance with Nina
A Nigga really left with Rina
Who's my girl? Nah neither
Ray Charles, i can't See either
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that Nina
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that neenor
Stepped in the dance with the dance with Nina
A Nigga really left with Rina
Who's my girl? Nah Neither
Ray Charles i can't See either
Feds drive past like Neenor
My nigga really brought that Nina

Air Max, when-I step
Don't want me she want sex I'm
Winning every week oh yep
Winning every week like Pep
Telephone ringing all day
I swear this money ting getting me stressed
Do I want more tho yes
Do I get more tho yes
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Writer: Jesse James
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