Why Song Lyrics

Description:- Why Lyrics Nardo Wick are Provided in this article. This is a new song which is sang by famous Singer Nardo Wick. This song is from Who is Nardo Wick? album. This song will release on 3 December 2021.

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Song:– Why

Singer:– Nardo Wick

Album:– Who is Nardo Wick?

Producer:– Onokey, DB (Producer), Emkay & Arkay

Written:– Emkay, Arkay, Onokey & Nardo Wick

Label:– RCA Records & Flawless Entertainment

Why Lyrics Nardo Wick

[Intro]
Wicked, I’m wicked
Wicked, I’m wicked, I’m ([?])
Bitch, your fuckin’ ass get caught on me
I’m finna change my hair back
[?]
But my heart [?]

[Chorus]
Why do they keep callin’ me? Why do they keep stalkin’ me?
Think I got too many hoes, I can’t get ’em off of me
Why these niggas copy me? Why these niggas jockin’ me?
I feel like the realest in it, all these niggas flock to me
Why you keep that gun tucked? Why you always turnt up?
Nardo, you a rapper now, I don’t give not one fuck
Why are you so cold-hearted? Blame it on my chain
Why everybody call you now? Blame it on the fame

[Verse 1]
Got mе and all my niggas out the street but we still street
Me and еvery nigga ’round me full but we still eat
They try to tell us, “Slow down on that slime,” but we still creep
Ain’t woke up since that day you tried, bitch still sleep
Put my phone on DND whenever she around
Make sure we hit them niggas’ street whenever we in town
Them niggas know we steppin’ like it’s roaches on the ground
All that mean-muggin’, gummin’, boy gon’ die with a frown

[Verse 2]
Fuck a bitch, you better find a teflon hat
Shoot at us, we kill two, that’s how we get back
‘Fore we left, all you heard was a bunch of click-clacks
Got back, wasn’t shit left and none of our Gats
You can’t call me lil’ bro ’cause I’m a big dawg
Tony, that’s my big bro, he sold fentanyl
You wanna know why I’m catchin’ you? I played football
Don’t come over here talkin’ wrong, I’ll shoot your lips off
(Ayy, you’re fake, nigga, K, niggas know I’m somethin’)
Bitches from the past keep callin’ me, I’m finna change my number
I keep heat like it’s June and July but my heart in December