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fat nick - drop em' off lyrics

[hook: pouya]
f-ck yo b-tches then drop em off
talking sh-t we gon drop em off
you need some work we gon drop em off
you got what i need just drop em off
florida sh-t we gon drop em off
lately i been feeling like a boss
ain’t talking no money then your -ss gets lost
baby bone im taking off

[verse 1: germ]
i got 4 fat hoes in da back of my rav4
pull up, hop out, they all grippin 44s
no thug sh-t my n-gg-s got plugs b-tch
when i’m dead and gone put some acid all up in my casket
xanax in my easter basket
i’ll go sunday pitch in work just like pamphlets
stone cold my n-gg-
catch the rock bottom if you dont f-ck with us
sippin nesquik with my n-gg- fat nick lil pou came through bout to f-ck on ur b-tch
nasty lil b-tch nasty lil hoe, nose full of blow and you ain’t even know it
hotbox in my c-ckpit b-tches looking bald til
let the super soaker now that n-gg- off real quick
real sh-t drinking henny all day
ugly ignant, boi i do it everyday
i don’t like talking but i need a payday
ok out my mind til i helen keller drag em to the river then i offer them a cella
f-ck a nine to five sliding down i-95 trunk full of work
the hoe made it twerk
black man in a black mask with the black man boy i love the mask
straight like that sip bab smoke my sack with your bat
b-tch

f-ck yo b-tches then drop em off
talking sh-t we gon drop em off
you need some work we gon drop em off
you got what i need just drop em off
florida sh-t we gon drop em off
lately i been feeling like a boss
ain’t talking no money then your -ss gets lost
baby bone im taking off

[verse 2: pouya]
in the front four dudes in the back, two thirds got to mac
russian roulette press your luck with the set
got some money on me see how close you can get
slipping sly style got your b-tch getting wet
decisive em and leave em with no one to s-x
make a move playing chess on the jet
with a fly piece of p-ssy keep it wet
she only like to f-ck mink dark silhouette
k!ll em with quickness they nothing but pest
get to stepping you dont have my check
there gon be a problem best believe im solving it
money making mission gotta steady politics
seize in the whipbone actavis
got your b-tch leaning up on my d-ck
buffet boys keep it realer no flex
? they be k!lling themselfs
suicide thoughts going all in head
homicide k!ll the p-ssy on my bed
f-ck with me beat that sh-t leave that sh-t red
not one for repeating you heard what i said
brother done taught me dont talk to the feds
wrote them but really they wanted them dead
for the stress in my life i take one to the head

hook

verse 3 fat nick
all black slack, gold brand new tooth
where that p-ssy talk slick get his -ss on the news
i 6 milligrams ? like a fuse
pop a couple green xans now im at it real lose
ski mask on in an all black demin
but i hit em for his stang if he acting like he better
ion really give no f-cks meet your buddy in the cella
smoking dope to the face got me higher than a pillar
all my dope loud b-tch im smoking on k!llar
got goonies in the cut undead like thriller
south fla got squad full of hitters
rip the golds out your mouth
part them sh-ts out for dinner
in the bando got hoes doing number
dopey dope smoke and a lot them thunder
pushing out his work b-tch i get it by the bundle
your thot drop neck then she back i huddle
rolling through b-tch im creepin
couple xans and im peeking
opp in my lane so you know we about to sneak em
skerting off b-tch i reek of dope i got foreign hoes and foreign clothes
heater up on that opp block, no faces showing then case closed

- fat nick lyrics

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