ak 5ifty4our – big fiend lyrics
[chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up bl!cked up, bl!cked up, it’s on me
your b+tch tryna f+ck with me, she a big fiend
i’m coppin’ all the motherf+ckin’ drugs, i got lean
i’m coppin x, coppin’ percs’, coppin’ all the beans
[post+chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
i’m pullin’ up on your f+ckin’ b+tch, we blew her back
she went all the way down, l!ckin’ on my sack
i keep all the motherf+ckin’ guns, b+tch, i’m packed
b+tch, i keep all the motherf+ckin’ money, i keep all the racks
[verse 1: ak 5ifty4our]
i keep all the motherf+ckin’ sticks, i got the money
them b+tches tried to f+ck with me, they thought it was funny
they scared of that motherf+ckin’ gun, got ’em running
we just wiped his muhf+ckin’ nose, it was runny
we just wipеd his muhf+ckin’ nose, thought he was sick
i got all thesе hoes bitin’ my style, like a tick
i just spun on you, motherf+cker, hit a l!ck
i f+ckin’ up your gang with that f+ckin’ bl!ck
[chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up bl!cked up, bl!cked up, it’s on me
your b+tch tryna f+ck with me, she a big fiend
i’m coppin’ all the motherf+ckin’ drugs, i got lean
i’m coppin x, coppin’ percs’, coppin’ all the beans
[verse 2: havi]
b+tch, i’m sippin’ on that lean, i’m poppin’ perkies’, i’m a fiend
i say my diamonds are so drippy, they like water, b+tch, they clean
i say, “what you say?” b+tch, i’m countin’ money, count that green
got these b+tches all up on me, they so fiend
i say, “i wipe a n+gga block just like i’m mr. clean”
i whip the tonka off the lot, lil’ b+tch, you know i’m skurting
i’m a fiend, where’s my crown, b+tch, i’m a king
wrist so icy, diamond ring, black designer prada jeans
b+tch, i am an addict, pop a perky’, sh+t get tragic
just don’t mind a b+tch, but she not ugly she just ratchet, oh
i say, “what you say?” all my diamonds elliot
lil’ b+tch, i don’t got time to play
[chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
pull up bl!cked up, bl!cked up, it’s on me
your b+tch tryna f+ck with me, she a big fiend
i’m coppin’ all the motherf+ckin’ drugs, i got lean
i’m coppin x, coppin’ percs’, coppin’ all the beans
[post+chorus: ak 5ifty4our]
i’m pullin’ up on your f+ckin’ b+tch, we blew her back
she went all the way down, l!ckin’ on my sack
i keep all the motherf+ckin’ guns, b+tch, i’m packed
b+tch, i keep all the motherf+ckin’ money, i keep all the racks
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