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letra de all about - fat nick

all about lyrics
[hook: fat nick]
all about the bands, i’m all, i’m all about these bands
i’m all about the jugg, i’m all, i’m all about the jugg
i’m all about this tech, i’m all, i’m all about this tech
i’m all about it, we all about it
all about the bands, i’m all, i’m all about these bands
i’m all about the jugg, i’m all, i’m all about the jugg
i’m all about this tech, i’m all, i’m all about this tech
i’m all about it, we all about it

[verse 1: fat nick]
rappers they trappin’, pop money like magic
you comin’ ’round me, .224’s [?]
[?]
take that b-tch home, she gon’ f-ck in my hammock
blowin’ up, no comin’ down
this rover engine burnin’ now
i’m off the sh-ts, stay geekin’ now
i poured an eighth, i’m schemin’ wild
pull up, gon’ full up, she suck me and throw up
she wanna have s-x but her twitter gon’ blow up
she suck my d-ck up and her phone it gon’ pull out
[?]
now i’m tweakin’ now, a hunned xans, i’m peakin’ now
hi-tech pints are leakin’ out, remix the jugg, i geek him out
p-ssy boy ain’t with the sh-ts, a 40 mag’ gon’ make him dip
finessed him fast and f-ck his b-tch, buffet boys jit, we runnin’ sh-t
bank accounts be addin’ now, i swear to god we global now
satan won’t you f-ck with me? i thrash the streets, my [?]
f-ck with me, don’t f-ck with me, my money seated next to me
model b-tches over me, my ex b-tch can’t get over me
work, how i work, pull the fye, that sh-t gon’ jerk
if i catch him, bet he murked, hunnid bands, my pockets hurt
[hook: fat nick]
all about the bands, i’m all, i’m all about these bands
i’m all about the jugg, i’m all, i’m all about the jugg
i’m all about this tech, i’m all, i’m all about this tech
i’m all about it, we all about it
all about the bands, i’m all, i’m all about these bands
i’m all about the jugg, i’m all, i’m all about the jugg
i’m all about this tech, i’m all, i’m all about this tech
i’m all about it, we all about it

[verse 2: lamb$]
sometimes i need that lean to go to sleep
got a new b-tch every week
takin’ flights, i be gone every week
my old b-tch won’t stop callin’ me
got my chains out, i won’t ever tuck ’em
if the pints ain’t sealed, man i won’t touch ’em
i just dropped a 4, now it got me leanin’
made a few plays now my phone keep ringin’
[?]
need a rollie for the time
if you n-ggas owe me money
i need my sh-t on time

- fat nick

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