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sobs - nine vicious lyrics

[intro]
i godd*mn (haha, n*ggas crazy), you know a motherf*cker got that new chrome
after i f*ck that b*tch she give me a chain (i’m with yo—yeah, i’m with young ahmad in this b*tch, man)
if you scared, get the f*ck (n*gga, what? n*gga, what?)

[chorus]
after i f*ck that b*tch, she give me the chain (what? eugh), b*tch
after i f*ck that b*tch, she give me the chain (oh my f*cking god, let’s go)
after i f*ck that b*tch, she give me the chain (n*gga, what? what?)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (f*cked on a fan, i f*cked on a fan)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (it’s crazy, crazy as h*ll)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (say what? it’s trim)

[verse 1]
i just rocked my show (i’m sayin’)
i just rocked out my show, then went and f*cked on a ho (i’m tellin’ ya)
you too mad, back off me
look at my t**th, it’s gold (trim)
hollow tips hit his chest (what? what?) with an ak, with a scope (boaw)
we just might take that boy hat (say what?)
call up my motherf*ckin’ n*ggas, i got chrome (i got some chrome heart, sh*t)
bad b*tch givin’ me head, givin’ me dome (she give me head)
gothic b*tch give me head, give dome (i got a gothic b*tch)
i got a bad b*tch mad, she blockin’ my phone (what? what?)
i got so much drip, i can’t even fit it in my suitcase (terrio, terrio, terrio, terrio)
got a new bag, jpg, it’s my birthday (terrio, terrio, terrio, terrio)
she wanna give me head every day like it’s my birthday (what? b*tch)
nah, for real, i’m trim, i done got my bag the worst way (let’s go)
in new york, yeah, i’m with the fives, yeah, the blood way (blatt)
i’m ysl, yeah, i got ties, yeah, the slime way (slatt)
i’m ysl, yeah, i got ties, yeah, the slime way (slatt)
[chorus]
after i f*ck that b*tch she give me the chain (n*gga, what? what?)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (f*cked on a fan, i f*cked on a fan)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (it’s crazy, crazy as h*ll)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (say what? it’s trim)
after i f*ck that b*tch she give me a chain (n*gga, what? what?)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (f*cked on a fan, i f*cked on a fan)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (it’s crazy, crazy as h*ll)
i just f*cked on a fan, that p*ssy insane (say what? it’s trim)

[verse 2]
you better get your ho ‘fore i f*ck that b*tch in woodland hills (get your b*tch)
you better get your ho ‘fore i f*ck that b*tch, take her up that hill (better get that b*tch)
i got these racks on me, got these racks on me, got these racks, for real (ra*ra*racks)
i got these racks on me, i just rocked out a show, sold out, for real
rapper n*gga on the phone (haha, n*ggas crazy), he just wanna be my friend (what? i’m with yo—, yeah, i’m with young ahmad in this b*tch, man)
i’ll take your b*tch, make her do my dance (say what?)
i’m in this b*tch trim, i got a whole lotta bags (overly, overly, overly)
outside in that black truck, i just signed a hand (overly, overly, overly)
outside in that black truck, i just signed a hand (overly, overly, overly)
outside in that black truck, these n*ggas know i’m the man (know i’m the man)
first show, this b*tch sold out, n*gga ass know i ain’t playin’ (and what?)
first show, this sh*t sold out, n*gga ass know i ain’t playin’ (what?)

[outro]
yeah (yeah)
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout, b*tch (b*tch), woah (overly, overly)
if you scared get the f*ck back (overly, overly), slatt, slatt (overly)
don’t pull my f*ckin’ chain, n*gga, f*ck you talkin’ ’bout

- nine vicious lyrics

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