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letra de block sweepers (official lyrics) - fat nick

[intro:]
atm, hit em wit the heat

[chorus: fat nick]
aye, pistol, load it up, and when i see you it pop
need a pastor for my sins, [?]
demon edging when i’m skirting, so i’m coming in hot
i still bless the hood, they call me christ on the block
ayo, pistol, load it up, and when i see you it pop
need a pastor for my sins, [?]
demon edging when i’m skirting, so i’m coming in hot
i still bless the hood, they call me christ on the block

[verse 1: fat nick]
got big nuts, i still got some big rocks
i don’t mess wit leg shooters, ima cruising headshots
caught up in the bank, the pistol or the shank?
icey cubin on my neck, ah man, ima sank
hundred drum on tha choppa, ima make his a-s slip
lost up in his hood, ima make that sh-t flip
used to running honda, benz, engine burning rubber
ima melt his block like a hot day in thе summer
ima down his crib, shooting game week
hollows in his face, count adhd
and a purplе necklace, heard your mans checklist
take em down, leave em all headless
[chorus: fat nick & sosmula]
aye, pistol, load it up, and when i see you it pop
need a pastor for my sins, [?]
demon edging when i’m skirting, so i’m coming in hot
i still bless the hood, they call me christ on the block
ayo, pistol, load it up, and when i see you it pop
need a pastor for my sins, [?]
demon edging when i’m skirting, so i’m coming in hot
i still bless the hood, they call me christ on the block (sleezy)

[verse 2: sosmula]
h-ll cap engines, throw racks up in it
molly crib, used to sell crack in it
mac 11 sh-lls clap wit it (drinking)
kidnap snitches, f-ck b-tches, then we give back b-tches
everybody f-cking on me, sleez on the block (sleezy)
f-ck my enemy, bouta get me squeezing my glock
i’m drinking henesy, make you a memory
you won’t remember me, do you like ukenedy? (sleezy)

- lyrics fat nick

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