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letra de fat camp - fat nick

[chorus: fat nick]
juggin’ out in public, wylin’ out like nothin’
pourin’ lean in something, buffet boys, we came from nothin’
nothin’, nothin’, b-tch, we came from nothin’
nothin’, nothin’, b-tch, we came from nothin’
juggin’ out in public, wylin’ out like nothin’
pourin’ lean in something, buffet boys, we came from nothin’
nothin’, nothin’, b-tch, we came from nothin’
nothin’, nothin’, b-tch, we came from nothin’

[verse 1: fat nick]
thumpers out like nothin’, how you already know i’m comin’
giuseppe steppin’ and runnin’, loaded clip, i think i’m drummin’
whip my wrist, no pyrex though, holdin’ work, i got kicked out
poured a four, i’m thinkin’ slow, i smoke this dope ’till i don’t know
smartphone flex, i’m trappin’, man, my daddy, he a businessman
smokin’ up, i’m rollin’ up, my thottie, she be chokin’ up
can’t take yo sh-t, we gettin’ rich
my bands, they dance, i love this sh-t
sippin’ tech, i’m off the sh-ts
her p-ssy mushy like some grits

[verse 2: fat nick]
whippin’, stay dippin’, i f-ck ’em and ditch ’em
these foreign -ss hoes, boy, i know that i’m living
don’t f-ck any normal hoe, i touch her, turn her global though
global whippin’, trap i’m flippin’, euro b-tch, she water whippin’
pints be shippin’, [?] flippin’, when they know babysittin’
all my profits benefit, f-ck ’em out, she swallow children
pints on pints, just like a building, main caught my partner drillin’
[?] got a rolly, 420 be [?]
buffet boys, we up and our net keep on growin’
i’m out like a vacuum, she never stop blowin’
i’m global as sh-t, and my ego keep gloin’
b-tch, we’ve been on top
swishers filled with static shock
balenciaga wearin’, yeah my pockets knotted off
no time for sh-t, no time for sh-t
we takin’ no one’s f-ckin’ sh-t
we caught them, and we caught em
and we solve this f-ckin’ problem

[verse 4: pouya]
ain’t talkin’ money, you ain’t talkin’ nothin’
357, keep them pistols bustin’
tearin’ up yo stomach
got the bullets rushin’, gushin’ blood
you f-ckin’ scrub
you don’t get no love from a real one
she suck my d-ck 3 times, and still i don’t feel nothin’
it’s still south side slugs
it’s still show a b-tch no love
f-ck what you heard, i done been by the curb with that 44 wrapped ’round my hip
you talkin’ to me like a b-tch
f-ckin’ around, and get split

- fat nick

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