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fat nick - k.o. lyrics

[intro]
i got me a .40 that
i got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
i got styrofoam
buffet boys, you know we the

[chorus]
i got me a .40 that gon’ shoot
i got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
i got styrofoam with dirty juice
buffet boys, bih, we be the truth
i got me a .40 that gon’ shoot
i got skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, brand new coupe
i got styrofoam with dirty juice
buffet boys, bih, we be the truth

[verse 1]
i got us a plan now
we got us some bands now
i just got a house b-tch
thinking i’m the man now
rocket pocket
let it hit my other 30 bigger band
these vvs shine bright like day
i’ll whip my wrist the other hand
b-tch i’m drinking red drop
your career is dead shot
blew a couple bands
got every hater in these streets hot
juggin’ got the block hot
40 with that gunshot
biggie got a punt double ducka get a blood clot
i can be sippin’
my migo, we whippin’
we trapped in the kitchen
no lovin’, i’m pimpin’
i f-ck on these women
my ex b-tch she trippin’
got up on the bun but you know i’m still sipping
b-tch i’m feeling c-cky
designered down don’t tell me
xanax gotcha sloppy
go on hoe you cannot f-ck me
what you think about me
perkies in my body
i’m all by my lonely
i can’t trust me anybody
marty banging b-tch
i just caught another body
hoe i’m glo’d as f-ck
i just ain’t know anybody

[verse 2]
my 30 wanna bang now
people wanna hang now
i don’t f-ck with anybody
i’m just by my gang now
hit you with a plan now
the hardest in this sh-t now
geekin’ all these drugs man
i can’t feel my face now
b-tch i’m wyling out
go down we shoot it out
she wanna f-ck for clout
shorty wanna run her mouth
buffet boys run the south
no need to talk it out
my pockets bigger b-tch
you know we be balling now
geekin’ and sneakin’
these perkys they peakin’
i’m busting the 30
i’ll leave your -ss leaking
i f-ck on the weekend
i leave that b-tch thinking
that i got me stinking
i walk around drinking
i just bust a 4-4
for migo come and rock the kick though
she be off a molly
taking d-cks that be a hobby
we the hottest out
groupie hoes all in the lobby
you ain’t dropping hits
but you still be extra sn0bby
drip, drip, when i walk
ten toes down, prada walk
if he talk, running chop
red and blinkie hit ‘em off

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