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lirik lagu foogba – fat nick

[intro]
big los on the track, boy!

[chorus]
flexin’ with your b-tch, yeah, i know that i’m the sh-t (skrr)
we’re running through this sh-t, b-tch, 5 digits on the check
sippin’ on the tech’, yeah, my kidneys with the sh-ts (hahaha)
oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it
flexin’ with your b-tch, yeah, i know that i’m the sh-t (skrr)
we’re running through this sh-t, b-tch, 5 digits on the check
sippin’ on the tech’, yeah, my kidneys with the sh-ts (hahaha)
oh he want it, yeah he want it, oh he really, really want it

[verse 1]
thirty 40’s poppin’ now
pinch you in your d-mn hometown
can’t pull out, i’m p-ssing out
and wake me up, i’m stunning now (skrr)
beamer engine burning now
swisher blunt some action now
euro clothes, and i’ma smush and d-ck ’em down and kick ’em out
smash, we gon’ smash
burning blunts, we don’t smoke gl-ss (nah)
what you want, smoking strong
got your b-tch down to her thong (hahaha)
windows down, choppers up
greaser boy, you outta luck
we gon’ catch you, light ignite you
rat -ss b-tch gon’ look like raichu
we don’t duck, give no f-cks, middle fingers up to cops
blonde hair, i’m super drunk, hot boxing all my trucks
what you want, looking dumb, trap to trap we do for fun
pistols holding up your tongue
this d-ck gon’ get your ho so sprung
rolling through this sh-t, gon’ got my bank out counterfeit (skrr)
got a fifth inside my swisher, we finessin’ out this sh-t
can’t hold down i got my b-tch, trap and rappin’ got me rich
if you with it then i’m with, let’s go do some bad-ss sh-t
yes, i’m rich as sh-t (yeah), my main hoe tweaking b-tch (b-tch)
a 30 in the hammer, we gon’ get this one all handled (hahaha)
’bout it, b-tch, i said “let’s go,” downing bentleys, moving slow
p-ssy boy, i know you is, i really, really know you is
never gave no f-cks, dropped out ninth grade and now i’m global
got a fifth inside my soda, switching lanes, i crash my rover
and she geekin’, yeah she geekin’
why the f-ck my b-tch stay geekin’?
i’m the reason, been the reason, yeah, my b-tch can’t even see me

[verse 2]
my momma said “stop juggin’,” said she really, really worried
threw herself a couple hundreds, now the sh-t a different story
chewin xans, been a man, f-ck a b-tch, can’t trust no b-tch
in my pockets couple grand, in my swisher couples grams (skrr)
flexin’ on a b-tch, don’t even let her suck my d-ck
bae, the navy be my sweater, bl–dy ink on my love letter
if you try me, givin’ medals, swear to god i’m going mental
p-ssyrot, the mouth so gentle
reynolds b-tch, stay in your kennel (hahahaha)
thumper talked, i’m in this sh-t
breaking hearts, some dreamboat sh-t
swallow won’t we stomp your sh-t
no time for sh-t, we taking sh-t
just make a call they after you
50 sh-lls get stuck like glue
can no b-tch ever make me jump
going up, no going down
i swear to god, we made it now
trasher tees my dapper dream
oh, satan won’t you hang with me?
wavy p-ssy, say lets dream
gone i fleed, i slowly breath
model b-tch, she f-ck with me, i jog and run, f-ck std’s

- fat nick

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