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letra de all over me - fat nick

[chorus]
dopers up, we up now
banded up, straight jugs now
trap the trap, we good now
f-ck these hoes, they wanna f-ck now
they wanna love me now, they wanna f-ck me now
they wanna watch me now, they wanna, wanna love me now
dopers up, we up now
banded up, straight jugs now
trap the trap, we good now
f-ck these hoes, they wanna f-ck now
they wanna love me now, they wanna f-ck me now
they wanna watch me now, they wanna, wanna love me now

[verse 1]
bring me the whole pint i’m sip with sprite
creep in the night and my pistol hold tight
dark gang vision if you run up on sight
muddy buddy soda i’ll never sip light
i’m never going broke i’ll never sold a [?]
playing with my numbers and i need [?]
i love to f-ck these hoes just to tell ’em [?]
holding work, no clerk, how the f-ck you kick though
if he really want it then he come and then he get it
got two four-fours and they bless him any minute
whole pint of lean ’bout to drink it till i’m finished
’bout to go see satan triple-six got me living
gang been blowing up, doc-ment hold up
brand new foreign man go ahead and start it up
i don’t f-ck your money come and never tried to blow up
all these f-cking hoes man, yeah i’m ’bout to glo one
never loved the one man, now i love the hoe
squad and guap man, yeah they coming first
no f-ck with nick but they [?] with fat nick
record label want me go and tell ’em suck a d-ck
got a four in a liter ’bout to drink it till i’m t’d up
stupid -ss b-tch rest in p-ss with your feet up
goofy -ss clique and i know you ain’t sh-t
rap about guns but your clips go -cl1ck-
hi-tech running low, got to get it how i know
never been tuck bucked if i gotta f-cking blow
two hoes deep throat and i’m busting on ‘go’
buffet boys b-tch, yeah we ’bout to f-cking blow
i know you talk sh-t, triple-six got me lit
your b-tch [?] b-tch you’ve been having [?]
lean in my system but my cup is super rich
if you want it, then you get it, we gon’ get it real lit

[verse 2]
fendi [?], running call the plug and he comin’
b-tch take white, now she sayin’ that she numbin’
shooters in the back, and you notice that he drummin’
’bout to call my father, triple-six night summon
thumbing through the bands now, buffet all wet now
hit ’em while i hit ’em, now i’m leaking through a check, wow
found out leader make a [?] of the teacher
hunnit band jug, i need me the heater
[?] c-cked back, when i spray it then he runnin’
p-ssy -ss lil boy better know he ’bout nothin’
not fronting, when i’m dumpin’
hollow tips gon’ bring me somethin’
no tacking, no nothing, every pistol keep bustin’
bucket in the function no, never ever bluffin’
mosh pits at our shows and our fans get to shovin’
can’t love a hoe no, never ever cuffin’
f-cked the [?] once, now she thinkin’ that we somethin’
running through a check, 100 grams in my chest
b-tch drop neck, i was still unimpressed
hard on her chest make her heart drop wet
p-ssy real mean, gotta take her to the vet
burners all turnt up, thottie all worked up
run up in this sh-t, p-ssy boy get choked out
pints of hi-tech [?] been glo’d up
tell her bust it open [?] the ground from the floor up
[?] white b-tch got her [?] on d-ck
never been tuck bucked on the side of my hip
lean dripping from my lip in the [?]
f-ck a b-tch then we flip on that -ss [?]
hi-tech [?]
globo gang ego trip
f-ck school, eat d-ck, burn blunts, ash clips
somebody’s -ss, round trip
he don’t want it, i’ll [?]
for these hoes ain’t sh-t
we gon’ tell ’em “get lit!”

- fat nick

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