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fat nick - we world wide lyrics
[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
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