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fat nick - 1-800-swallow me lyrics

[intro: shakewell]
mtm, hit ’em with the heat!

[chorus: fat nick]
murder rates sky+rockin’ (huh?), bank notes poppin’ (haha)
b+tch, you out of line, is you sucking d+ck or walkin’? (what?)
mr. gorgeous glizzy gordo, d+mn, i look like the lotto (trap, trap, trap)
do i wanna f+ck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow?
murder rates sky+rockin’ (huh?), bank notes poppin’ (what?)
b+tch, you out of line, is you sucking d+ck or walking? (trap)
mr. gorgeous glizzy gordo, d+mn, i look like the lotto (skrrt)
do i wanna f+ck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow?
[verse 1: fat nick]
i’m ridin’ ’round, spin around and ’round (spin ’em), pushin’ all these pounds
paranoia all up in my head, i’m better left for dead (what?)
push a ‘vette, don’t forget your vest, sprite be filled with tech (skrrt)
roundabout, go and hit the left, we gon’ leave him dead
doc’, he love me, i been sippin’ lean, i been ‘sleep for weeks
grab a key, lets go pump these streets, man, i love my fiends
biker boy, let that choppa rip (skrrt), [?][0:50] love to dip
many men, feel like 50 cent, how they want me dead
this a hundred+round drum, how i f+ck up the city
flat+chested b+tch hatin’, tell your mans, “buy some titties”
hundred band club and up, if you broke, you ain’t with me (nah)
how this bih gon’ say she f+ck me, she a two and she dusty? (trap, trap, trap)

[verse 2: jasiah]
my opps dead, my opps dead, my opps dead (my opps dead)
he said he wanna k!ll me, but i know he on some soft sh+t (b+tch)
i don’t give a f+ck, i got this glock, i’m on the offense (okay)
this little b+tch gon’ suck this d+ck or she gon’ get to walking (shawty, what’s up?)
i’ma f+ck this b+tch ’cause she know how to swallow (okay)
i’ma count this cash to show you it ain’t borrowed (no way)
i know these n+ggas look at me like i’m the lotto (what’s up?)
i’m in the coupe, skrrt, swervin’ all the potholes (skrrt)
f+ck with my money, then you losin’ all your oxygen (b+tch)
get hit with the semi then i need me like fifty bands
bad b+tch, she look like mulatto, but she’s sensitive (yeah, yeah)
shawty, i’m too militant, hit his head and leave him dead (what? what? what?)
[chorus: fat nick & jasiah]
murder rates sky+rockin’ (bah), bank notes poppin’ (haha, yeah)
b+tch, you out of line, is you sucking d+ck or walking? (what?)
mr. gorgeous glizzy gordo, d+mn, i look like the latto (trap, trap, trap, yuh, yuh)
do i wanna f+ck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow? (yuh, yuh)
murder rates sky+rockin’ (what?), bank notes poppin’ (what? yuh)
b+tch, you out of line, is you sucking d+ck or walking? (yuh, trap, trap)
mr. gorgeous glizzy gordo, d+mn, i look like the lotto (skrrt)
do i wanna f+ck a model, or a hoodrat who swallow? (yeah, yeah, yeah)

[outro: jasiah]
huh, b+tch

- fat nick lyrics

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