Keeng Cut - Nfmc Lyrics

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
Oh oh oh oooh
Oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops
Sunny day windows down
My music bumpin you can hear the sound
My car shining like my gold crown
See the holice in my rear view I gotta slow it down
Pull up to the hotspot I see something that's looking hella fly
Tryna get her attention it ain’t hard because I'm heaven fly
She choose up then better believe I'm gonna shoot my shot
She peeped me oooh and made a way across the room
She asked me oooh what’s my name and what's that I got on
Hooooweeeyeeeaauh
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
It's night time and that's the right time
To hit the bar scene up with this primetime
The way on flavored it should be a crime
And if it is I'm going into do some major time
Took my shades off then I turn my head
To my surprise it's a lady in red
She was gorgeous I am talking drop dead
Came a little closer to a king and this is what she said
She peeped me oooh and made a way across the room
She asked me oooh what's my name and what's that I got on
Hooooweeeyeeeaauh
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Keeng be the name I’m the man to see
I’m every lame nigga babymama fantasy
My flavor my aura got em out of control
One smell of my cologne they wanna swallow me whole
I play that Bond #9 when I'm dressed in a suit
Thom Browne, Gucci Guilty or I can smell like Joop
Azzaro Chrome, Calvin Klein, Polo Red or the Blue
Dolce and Gabbana like Fly C cuz baby that’s what they do
I can take it to the next level or do a it traditional
Smoking on a jet pack and it's very medicinal
If you ain't with this flavor shit then im probably dismissing you
They say they want this real shit so that's all that they listen to
I couldn’t give a fuck about a hater talkin down on me
Be the same peasants walkin around without a crown on em
Strut around in Prada a rider just like Assata
Different smells I got a lot of
Lil daddy that's how I got her
Nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne

Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
Ugh ugh ugh ugh ugh
Oh oh oh oooh
Oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops oops
Sunny day windows down
My music bumpin you can hear the sound
My car shining like my gold crown
See the holice in my rear view I gotta slow it down
Pull up to the hotspot I see something that's looking hella fly
Tryna get her attention it ain’t hard because I'm heaven fly
She choose up then better believe I'm gonna shoot my shot
She peeped me oooh and made a way across the room
She asked me oooh what’s my name and what's that I got on
Hooooweeeyeeeaauh
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
It's night time and that's the right time
To hit the bar scene up with this primetime
The way on flavored it should be a crime
And if it is I'm going into do some major time
Took my shades off then I turn my head
To my surprise it's a lady in red
She was gorgeous I am talking drop dead
Came a little closer to a king and this is what she said
She peeped me oooh and made a way across the room
She asked me oooh what's my name and what's that I got on
Hooooweeeyeeeaauh
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Keeng be the name I’m the man to see
I’m every lame nigga babymama fantasy
My flavor my aura got em out of control
One smell of my cologne they wanna swallow me whole
I play that Bond #9 when I'm dressed in a suit
Thom Browne, Gucci Guilty or I can smell like Joop
Azzaro Chrome, Calvin Klein, Polo Red or the Blue
Dolce and Gabbana like Fly C cuz baby that’s what they do
I can take it to the next level or do a it traditional
Smoking on a jet pack and it's very medicinal
If you ain't with this flavor shit then im probably dismissing you
They say they want this real shit so that's all that they listen to
I couldn’t give a fuck about a hater talkin down on me
Be the same peasants walkin around without a crown on em
Strut around in Prada a rider just like Assata
Different smells I got a lot of
Lil daddy that's how I got her
Nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne
She nose fuckin my cologne wondering what I got on
Could it be the Creed, Burberry or the strong
She nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne
Nose fuckin my cologne