paroles de chanson Fie Bars - Fat Nick

Dyke bitch go two ways
Fast lane on freeways
Chopper grip that SK
Double hit in broad day

Dump the clip like foreplay
Blizzy shots on cold days
Loading dope and getting paid
Pistol vision no getting sprayed

Moving how I'm working
Pistol grip the fire jerking
Got my shooters out here lurkin'
Just my sign and they be murkin'

They bought camos steady cloakin'
They so big we coast to coastin'
He alive and then he dead
Just like magic, hocus pocus

Pussy bitch can't run my shit
A hundred bands I counterfeit
Remix your drink you sip that shit
Extendo clip I'm hitting shit

Stupid bitch my nut she spittin'
Sloppy thot I don't do kissin'
All this lean, my mind stay spinnin'
House of Dope, these swishers twistin'

Jug the trap my bands, they dance
Like Middle East and African
You smoking up free smoking dope
Are love it way more higher man

Call the plug I need it now
I don't do no middle man
I don't date no sloppy bitch
And I won't fuck a normal bitch

Xanax make me hot as fuck
Buffet Boys bitch we poppin' off
All these hoes we swappin' off
You do me wrong we choppin' off

Stupid bitch go knock it off
Swallow me then walk it off
All this damn Promethazine I swear I'll never ever cough

Flexing like a pussy bitch
These two four fours gon' hit you quick
Fuck her mouth, I'm nutting quick
Gon' hit your chest just like some Vicks

My shooters scoring like the Knicks
Hi-tech brick, remix your shit
You drinking it and loving it
I count this guap and double it

Always up I'm poppin', smoking 'till it's nothin'
All my pints in coffins
If we dump we hitting somethin'

All our shows be bustin'
Start mosh pits we get to jumpin'
30 on me know I'm drummin'
They gon' smash no bluffin'

Fuck these hoes, no cuffin'
Pop a rocket, now he runnin'
She suck my dick so good
But then she acting like she nunnin'

All my squad got hunnits
Lean, it got my kidneys drownin'
Brand new coupe I'm skrrtin'
Flavored swishers what I'm burnin'

Cup this drank I'm clonin' sex
Your bitch I got her moanin'
She gon' top me, and gon' fuck me
Yeah this thottie always choking

I ain't joking, blunts we rolling
Fat Nick's jug school started rolling
Pussy bitches Twitter trolling
Fuck these feds that be patrolling

Fuck, jug hard, fuck school
I be trapping like a fool
My name so big, ten toes, I'm screwed
Don't love a bitch the only rule

Pocket rocket make 'em snooze
My money up I never lose
Slumping off a double deuce
Red Hi-Tech that's Satan juice

Blast 'em with a forty-five
Make 'em run a four five
If I catch a opp
Bet I hit him and he gon' die

Giussepe steppin', Act I'm sippin'
Pocket rocket never missin'
Foreign cars we steady whippin'
Global baby we smoke different