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shake sum - nine vicious lyrics

[intro]
f*ck, this one—, hold up

[chorus]
hold up, this one here for the hoes (hold up)
cough syrup with no cold (hold up, hold up, hold up)
shawty ass got me f*cked up (what?)
shawty ass got me blowed (say what?)
old*ass n*ggas washed up, callin’ these lil’ n*ggas mold (washed up, washed)
came in here with a bankroll, no, that b*tch can’t fold (what?)
came in here with a bankroll, no, that b*tch can’t fold, hold up

[verse 1]
n*ggas know i’m fn, shoutout takeshi
i’m f*ckin’ a ho, yeah, we f*ck up the bed sheets
yeah, i’m going bazo, yeah, f*ck a van cleef
i been trappin’ like a squirrel, i might put on a leg sleeve (f*ck a leg)
i might kick a lil’ b*tch out, godd*mn, i feel like messi (i feel like messi)
edges laid, i’m bad as f*ck, but no, a lil’ n*gga ain’t sissy (what?)
number (n)ine up on my tee, i got this number (n)ine and rickiе (say what?)
i got my idols hatin’, they don’t like what i’m doin’

i don’t give a f*ck ’bout none of these p*ssies
shawty, i’m still gon’ shoot it (i don’t give a f*ck)
i ain’t never see him outside, he’s so p*ssy, i knew it (woah*woah)
he’s so p*ssy (woah; he’s a b*tch)
he’s a p*ssy (this one here for the hoes; blatt, blatt)
he’s a p*ssy (woah, slatt, this one—, hold up)
he’s a p*ssy (what? what?)
[chorus]
hold up, this one here for the hoes (hold up)
cough syrup with no cold (hold up, hold up, hold up)
shawty ass got me f*cked up (what?)
shawty ass got me blowed (say what?)
old*ass n*ggas washed up, callin’ these lil’ n*ggas mold (washed up, washed)
this one here for the hoes (hold up)
cough syrup with no cold (hold up, hold up, hold up)
shawty ass got me f*cked up (what?)
shawty ass got me blowed (say what?)
old*ass n*ggas washed up, callin’ these lil’ n*ggas mold (washed up, washed)
came in here with a bankroll, no, that b*tch can’t fold (b*tch can’t fold, what?)
came in here with a bankroll (what?), no, that b*tch can’t fold (say what?)
came in here with a bankroll (what?), no, that b*tch can’t fold (say what?)
came in here with a bankroll (what?), no, that b*tch can’t fold (let’s go)

[verse 2]
on my phone talkin’ ’bout peace (all that cap)
i’m tryna paint this picture, mona lis’ (i’m tryna tell you, b*tch)
i’m tryna tell you that you cannot f*ck with me (i’m tryna tell ya)
i’m tryna tell ya, got this rap sh*t on a leash (yeah)
sh*t, i’m tryna tell ya, i’m a boss, b*tch, i’m gon’ leave (what?)
sh*t, i’m tryna tell ya, i got x in me, i geek (let’s go)
i just got done f*ckin’ two old freaks (woah)
i just got done f*ckin’ two old freaks (woah, woah), f*ck

- nine vicious lyrics

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