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letra de sobs - nine vicious

[intro]
i godd-mn (haha, n-ggas crazy), you know a motherf-cker got that new chrome
after i f-ck that b-tch she give me a chain (i’m with yo—yeah, i’m with young ahmad in this b-tch, man)
if you scared, get the f-ck (n-gga, what? n-gga, what?)

[chorus]
after i f-ck that b-tch, she give me the chain (what? eugh), b-tch
after i f-ck that b-tch, she give me the chain (oh my f-cking god, let’s go)
after i f-ck that b-tch, she give me the chain (n-gga, what? what?)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (f-cked on a fan, i f-cked on a fan)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (it’s crazy, crazy as h-ll)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (say what? it’s trim)

[verse 1]
i just rocked my show (i’m sayin’)
i just rocked out my show, then went and f-cked on a ho (i’m tellin’ ya)
you too mad, back off me
look at my t–th, it’s gold (trim)
hollow tips hit his chest (what? what?) with an ak, with a scope (boaw)
we just might take that boy hat (say what?)
call up my motherf-ckin’ n-ggas, i got chrome (i got some chrome heart, sh-t)
bad b-tch givin’ me head, givin’ me dome (she give me head)
gothic b-tch give me head, give dome (i got a gothic b-tch)
i got a bad b-tch mad, she blockin’ my phone (what? what?)
i got so much drip, i can’t even fit it in my suitcase (terrio, terrio, terrio, terrio)
got a new bag, jpg, it’s my birthday (terrio, terrio, terrio, terrio)
she wanna give me head every day like it’s my birthday (what? b-tch)
nah, for real, i’m trim, i done got my bag the worst way (let’s go)
in new york, yeah, i’m with the fives, yeah, the blood way (blatt)
i’m ysl, yeah, i got ties, yeah, the slime way (slatt)
i’m ysl, yeah, i got ties, yeah, the slime way (slatt)
[chorus]
after i f-ck that b-tch she give me the chain (n-gga, what? what?)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (f-cked on a fan, i f-cked on a fan)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (it’s crazy, crazy as h-ll)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (say what? it’s trim)
after i f-ck that b-tch she give me a chain (n-gga, what? what?)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (f-cked on a fan, i f-cked on a fan)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (it’s crazy, crazy as h-ll)
i just f-cked on a fan, that p-ssy insane (say what? it’s trim)

[verse 2]
you better get your ho ‘fore i f-ck that b-tch in woodland hills (get your b-tch)
you better get your ho ‘fore i f-ck that b-tch, take her up that hill (better get that b-tch)
i got these racks on me, got these racks on me, got these racks, for real (ra-ra-racks)
i got these racks on me, i just rocked out a show, sold out, for real
rapper n-gga on the phone (haha, n-ggas crazy), he just wanna be my friend (what? i’m with yo—, yeah, i’m with young ahmad in this b-tch, man)
i’ll take your b-tch, make her do my dance (say what?)
i’m in this b-tch trim, i got a whole lotta bags (overly, overly, overly)
outside in that black truck, i just signed a hand (overly, overly, overly)
outside in that black truck, i just signed a hand (overly, overly, overly)
outside in that black truck, these n-ggas know i’m the man (know i’m the man)
first show, this b-tch sold out, n-gga ass know i ain’t playin’ (and what?)
first show, this sh-t sold out, n-gga ass know i ain’t playin’ (what?)

[outro]
yeah (yeah)
f-ck you talkin’ ’bout, b-tch (b-tch), woah (overly, overly)
if you scared get the f-ck back (overly, overly), slatt, slatt (overly)
don’t pull my f-ckin’ chain, n-gga, f-ck you talkin’ ’bout

- nine vicious

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