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outro (fun) - nine vicious lyrics

[verse 1]
yeah
shawty know i’m on that
shout out my brother, shout out lil’ rock
you know we got right back (say what?)
i might take that lil’ boy head, just like snapback (let’s go)
i got racks on me, got racks, yeah, i got ra*racks
got a bad*ass b*tch, you know that lil’ ho waist sn*tched (woah)
she’s a bad b*tch, she f*ck on nine, she love it, yeah (let’s go)
i might hit from the back (woah)
rap n*gga mad i f*cked his ho, i don’t give no f*cks (say what?)
rap n*gga mad i’m f*ckin’ his ho, i don’t give no f*cks
you signed a 360 deal, need to get out of that (b*tch)
you signed a 360 deal, your ass need to get out of that (let’s go)
yeah, i throw me a motherf*ckin’ play just like a quarterback (let’s go)
i blitzed that boy with a k, n*gga, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout a sack (what?)
she pull up to woodland hills, she know my pockets fat (say what?)
she pull up to woodland hills, i know that p*ssy fat (let’s go)
margiela on my waist, margiela on my gats (say what?)
two hoes f*ckin’ on trey, tryna suck on me, yeah (let’s go)
sh*t, i’m all in that p*ssy, i’m all in that cat (yeah*yeah, yeah*yeah, no cap)
sh*t, i’m all in that p*ssy, i’m all in that cat (i make her cum)
woah, supreme on my kit, supreme on my pack (say what?)
bottega on my wrist, bottega handbag (yeah, yeah)

[bridge]
haha
i ain’t gon’ cap shawty ass talkin’ ’bout she don’t want me no more
i don’t give no f*ck ’bout nothin’ (i don’t give a f*ck)
i’m slime baby spyda, for real, b*tch
havin’ real*deal cash, yeah
huh, huh, i bet your ho wanna f*ck me too, no cap
i bet, i bet your sister wanna f*ck me too (f*ck), yeah, let’s go
[verse 2]
talkin’ ’bout he the tumblr king, but i ain’t seen him nowhere
talkin’ ’bout he the tumblr king, i pull on his b*tch hair
talkin’ ’bout he on that, i’m like, ”b*tch, where?”
talkin’ ’bout he gon’ do that, i don’t even f*ckin’ care (what?)
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout nothin’, she ride on me like a fair (what?)
all green in my pocket, n*gga, just like a pear (woah)
choppa, it beat his ass, yeah, just like a bear (say what?)
choppa, it beat his ass, yeah, just like a bear (eugh)
all my hoes get mad when i pop out with my new b*tch (what?)
i know that you broke (what?), you ain’t got no bag (what?)
you ain’t even hit sh*t (what?)
i hit all these l!cks, you want l!cks? i’ll show you a l!ck (b*tch*ass n*gga)
too many hoes on me, tryna get lit, shawty tryna suck my d*ck (let’s go)
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout no credit
f*ck ’bout no debt, b*tch, i’m rich as a b*tch (slatt)
whole lotta godd*mn money, n*gga got bucks (let’s go)
now i ain’t stressin’ ’bout sh*t (what?)
too many hoes in atlanta, tryna come f*ck me (woah)
i don’t give a f*ck ’bout sh*t (yeah)
n*gga ass think that he know me, i don’t even know him
i don’t even know that b*tch (know that b*tch*ass n*gga)

[outro]
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout
you on his side, you stay on his side, b*tch*ass n*gga
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, n*gga
i don’t give a f—, man, all that cap*ass sh*t
cap rappin’*ass n*ggas, f*ck you, f*ck (f*ck)
you done woke me up (you done woke me up)
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, you ain’t talkin’ ’bout sh*t
you don’t even get high

- nine vicious lyrics

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