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fat nick - perses lyrics

[chorus: ruby da cherry]
b-tches in love with the plague
p-ssy gon’ come my way
ruby get a mil, p-ssy got a sk!ll
ruby gon’ chill, p-ssy on my grill
ruby scr-pe plates, p-ssy gon’ spill
b-tches in love with the plague
p-ssy gon’ come my way
ruby get a mil, p-ssy got a sk!ll
ruby gon’ chill, p-ssy on my grill
ruby scr-pe plates, p-ssy gon’ spill
b-tches in love with the plague
p-ssy gon’ come my way
ruby get a mil, p-ssy got a sk!ll
ruby gon’ chill, p-ssy on my grill
ruby scr-pe plates, p-ssy gon’ spill
b-tches in love with the plague
p-ssy gon’ come my way
ruby get a mil, p-ssy got a sk!ll
ruby gon’ chill, p-ssy on my grill
ruby scr-pe plates, p-ssy gon’ spill

[verse 1: da$h]
been about it, stay about it
talking sh-t, n-gga ain’t no way around it
i’m coming to lay down the hit
[?], but the sh-t ain’t no stick
ar with the beam on it
bought a billi, n-ggas scheme on it
had some hoes, put ’em on the strip
hit the motel and then they want the grip
sh-t, i been pimping since 8 years
got in this rap sh-t and seen queers
no doubt, i don’t need friends
circle tight like a virgin b-tch
flew the pack in, sold the sh-t
dubs, dimes, broke ’em down to nicks
cause they know, i’m needing all that you got
opposition, then the n-gga got shot
turn a p-ssy n-gga dreads to a mop
mask on cause you talking to cops
me, i ain’t giving no statements
i copped the og and i blazed it
israeli lawyer for the cases
this 40’s giving out a facelift
seen that i’m bred from a different breed
we see the prey then we gon’ feed
apex predator
meet the hoe, f-ck her, know that i’m dead enough
touring ’round the world, sh-t getting boring
i’m counting this chicken, forgetting her
see that i’m top of the food chain
twisting my fingers damu gang
big body, swerve in two lanes
all these drugs give me mood swings

[verse 2: fat nick]
bag done drop, uzi pop, let a mac-11 off
free my mans, like el chapo, dropout junkie balling out
swerving out, i’m drugged up, ttg, get aired out
chewing percs, we don’t work, don’t throw, we shoot and murk
drop top, shot big 30 with a d-ck out
driving on lean, leave my [?] f-cked up
burn a b-tch, with a pole
deuce after deuce, everybody get a blood clot
we ain’t need no handouts, plug go with the pipes out
dusty hoe gon’ suck and f-ck, she just want my clout
margiela stepping sh-t, shout out to my next b-tch
100 bands, flexing b-tch, crummy hoe, just neck and sh-t
5000, rick owens my fit, the strap, the flex, and the whip
fendi and thug on my hip, noddin’ off, noddin’ off, been off the sh-ts
taking the sprite and remix it, your fiance say he ain’t with it
vvs diamonds with relish, your rent i just dropped on my necklace
crummy boy, broke as a b-tch, my diamonds be getting real big
30s and 40s and d-cks, carlos and migo will let that sh-t rip

- fat nick lyrics

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