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cel nolackin - solid lyrics

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[intro]
(mighty)
she got a— she got a—
uh, she got a fatty, but she got a—
she got a fatty, but she got a—
she got a fatty

[chorus]
i’m in the trenches relaxin’ (relaxin’) where them boys gettin’ them packs in (mm+hmm)
i met a b+tch from east atlanta, tryna f+ck her in her bedroom (in her bedroom)
tryna f+ck you and your friends (you and your friends), uh, bring ’em all straight to the westin (to the westin)
they know i’m a gangster, i come to the city, nolackin don’t really gotta check in (no, no)

[verse]
pick you a bottle, then pick you a ho (pick you a ho)
get you a baddie, you know how it go (know how it go)
she got a fatty, did that on her own (on hеr own)
don’t gotta f+ck on her low ’cause we grown (‘causе we grown)
she got a— she got a—
uh, she got a fatty, did that on her own
she got a— she got a—
uh, she got a fatty, did that on her own
she got a real nice body (her body), i just might pay for her college (pay for her college)
uh, and she don’t f+ck anybody (f+ck anybody), uh, p+ssy, it came with no mileage (came with no mileage)
but that p+ssy came exotic (exotic), uh, i just might jump inside it (jump inside it)
for that p+ssy, i just might turn violent (turn violent)
if they line me up, she keep it solid (keep it solid, mm, mm)
[bridge]
she sayin’ solid (mm), she sayin’ solid (oh yeah)
i been runnin’ inside the streets where it get violent (where it get violent)
huh, but i been duckin’ them coppers and sirens (coppers and sirens, uh)
sorry, no, you cannot touch her, that’s my b+tch (yeah, that’s my b+tch)

[chorus]
i’m in the trenches relaxin’ (relaxin’) where them boys gettin’ them packs in (mm+hmm)
i met a b+tch from east atlanta, tryna f+ck her in her bedroom (in her bedroom)
tryna f+ck you and your friends (you and your friends), uh, bring ’em all straight to the westin (to the westin)
they know i’m a gangster, i come to the city, nolackin don’t really gotta check in (no, no)
i’m in the trenches relaxin’ (relaxin’) where them boys gettin’ them packs in (mm+hmm)
i met a b+tch from east atlanta, tryna f+ck her in her bedroom (in her bedroom)
tryna f+ck you and your friends (you and your friends), uh, bring ’em all straight to the westin (to the westin)
they know i’m a gangster, i come to the city, nolackin don’t really gotta check in (no, no)

[outro]
nolackin don’t even have to check in, nolackin don’t even have to check in



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