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lirik lagu we world wide – fat nick

[intro]
b*b*big los on the track, boy

[chorus: fat nick]
ballin’, ballin’ now, my team be ballin’ out
stuntin’, stuntin’ now, buffet boys, b*tch, we stuntin’ out
drank a pint, smoked a pack, y’all can’t even feel me now
couple bands, hundred bands, y’all can’t even see me now
ballin’, ballin’ now, my team be ballin’ out
stuntin’, stuntin’ now, buffet boys, b*tch, we stuntin’ out
drank a pint, smoked a pack, y’all can’t even feel me now
couple bands, hundred bands, y’all can’t even see me now
[verse 1: fat nick]
pocket rocket when i walk, if he talk, i let it pop
trap the trap, man, f*ck the cops, i pray they families f*ckin’ drop
lean in me, money fiend, satan always watchin’ me
surroundin’ me, lovin’ me, labels say they after me
f*ck this sh*t, i been on top, pourin’ fours, i hope i drop
smartphone flex, i work this pot, go work the work, i never stop
jugg*juggin’ out the coupe, two four*fours shoot
first i run up then i caught ’em then i shoot ’em in the tooth
pint in the liter, jugg school, no teachers
been l!ck season, comin’ up by the meter
always got the baddest b*tch, my ex lil’ mad, she wasn’t sh*t
ksubi fit with pistol grip, gon’ c*ck it back and watch ’em dip
ski mask now, b*tch, i’m ’bout to kick doors
if i catch ’em [?]
twenty shots go and i’m huntin’, ’boutta blow
thumpa been tucked, bucked, f*ck a p*ssy, let it go
always up, i’m comin’ up
too much lean, i can’t stand up
all these groupies lovin’ me
they wanna f*ck and swallow me
ninth grade drop out, man, f*ck school
jugg the jugg, we made it, too
trap house drugs, f*ck love, i l*st
can’t take yo’ sh*t, we countin’ bucks
[chorus: fat nick]
ballin’, ballin’ now, my team be ballin’ out
stuntin’, stuntin’ now, buffet boys, b*tch, we stuntin’ out
drank a pint, smoked a pack, y’all can’t even feel me now
couple bands, hundred bands, y’all can’t even see me now
ballin’, ballin’ now, my team be ballin’ out
stuntin’, stuntin’ now, buffet boys, b*tch, we stuntin’ out
drank a pint, smoked a pack, y’all can’t even feel me now
couple bands, hundred bands, y’all can’t even see me now

[verse 2: eddy baker]
shinin’, you can’t see now, eatin’ fettuccini now
b*tch, i came up like a bird floatin’ in the clouds
yeah, you know i copped them pounds
used to flip that quarter ounce
plus i made that fourteen bounce
dirt all in my bank account
pistol at my auntie house
trap sh*t, what you ain’t about
game’s a b*tch, i ate her out
i never ever take her out
all my shows be sellin’ out
[?]
i’m the man of the house
charles got kicked the f*ck out
[outro: eddy baker]
’bout it, ’bout it, b*tch, i’m so about it
got the shoebox stashed, still don’t need no d*mn accountant
i’m a five*star crook and my jew b*tch look italian
h*lla boys in this b*tch, toss yo’ ass up like a salad
i’m just blowin’ berry kush, f*ck with me then you wildin’
i’m a coach of this sh*t, got five plays on my line
man, i don’t ever come late, for the cake, i’m on time and
[?] in this b*tch, got your b*tch so excited, little ho

- fat nick

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