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nomikemontana – without that fye lyrics

ride without my fye
brother before i slide
no i can’t ride without my fye(bow)
ride without my fye(bow)
gatr what it is my n++++
what it do b+tch
know what the f+ck going on
whole lotta 7k sh+t
got the glock in that b+tch
gang
i say my brother before i slide, no i can’t ride without my fye
i x’d em’ out my circle i can’t even tell em why
okay, cool they on some sneaky sh+t just run up you gone die
at the trap with 23’s, i’m posted with a cutie pie
no, i can’t even cuff no b+tch
cause’ all they do is f+ckin’ lie
peep the sh+t that they be doing, now it’s time to crop em’ out
f+ck em’ up, do my one two i’m going in and heading out
put this beam right on your shirt
like chicken pox connect the dots
smokin’ my technica, can’t like a pot
say i can’t f+ck with that b+tch she a thot
nasty lil’ b+tch want to give me some top
i’m f+ckin’ that hoe ‘til she tell me to stop
two count a bag had that lil’ b+tch with pinky
chip in the sack and a pack of the sticky
don’t suck on my neck, don’t give me a hickey
he playin’ he ain’t finna slide with the semi
i know that lil’ gatr gone slide with the bl!cky
real deal trapper, turn 5 to a 50
bad lil’ b+tch let me f+ck on her kitty
i keep a .380 i don’t f+ck with a smitty
i sound like a bug, they callin’ me jimmy
slangin’ the rock like my first name timmy
don’t give a f+ck but i’m making it stick
they b+tch n++++ playin’ get split in his fitted
f+ck on that hoe i’ma grip on her titty
bad lil’ b+tch said she want to l!ck me
let the hoe eat the duck up like some denny’s
point out a n++++ if you feeling picky
funny like martin cause’ i’m off the remy
might just say f+ck it and cop me a bentley
my n++++ gatr be gone off the henny
finna slide to her crib and drop d+ck in her kidney
if you go up it then you better bust it
we talking money i don’t want no discussions
can’t cut that hoe cause’ he know i ain’t loving
he just be cappin’ don’t know why he bluffing
i had to trap turn nothing to something
i had to trap go get me a gun
f+ck n++++ playin’ like got you won’t split
boy dating this sh+t and it’s back if you run
we on the block and i’m toting the glown
know it came with a beam i don’t use it for fun
they just be cappin’ ain’t doing no clapping
when i be with gatr he keep him a gun
selling his off, we don’t do it for fun
tuck the weed in my blunt with a bullet for none
post on the block with a demon
we smoking to music they coughing an k!lling for nothin’
i say my brother before slide, no i can’t ride without my fye
i x’d em out my circle i can’t even tell em why
okay, cool they on some sneaky sh+t just run up you gone die
at the trap with 23’s, i’m posted with a cutie pie
no, i can’t even cuff no b+tch
cause’ all they do is f+ckin’ lie
peep the sh+t that they be doing now it’s time to crop em out
f+ck em up do my one two i’m going in and heading out
put this beam right on your shirt
like chicken pox connect the dots(bow)

- nomikemontana lyrics

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