Fuck Dem Boys Fat Nick (Ft. King Raw & Pouya)
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[Chorus: Pouya]
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With fuckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pussy, don't penetrate
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With fuckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pussy, don't penetrate
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Prometh, just pop Percocets (Lean)
I fuck her raw with no regrets (Nah)
She want my kid, I want the check (Nah)
A hundred grand for my last name (Cha-ching!)
Man, fuck the money, I want the fame
You talk slick, gon' get rearranged
Smoke dope in a different timezone
Codeine got me seein' clones
I ate her ass to the fuckin' bone
I get free shit, I don't need no loan (Nah)
If a nigga talk slick then [?]
Got gas for the low, we ain't talkin' [?]
All my bitches out of state, catchin' ZIP code
Fuckin' the stank then ate out her pank
Two bad bitches on my fuckin' fur mink
This FLA, bitch, some FLA shit
Bust a nigga down on some real nigga shit
If a boy talkin' super, blow a shot at his bitch (Duh)
This [?], you be stuck like a damn lucid dream
Break a bitch down, pull up on her damn sneak
I don't need no bitch, I don't need me nobody
I take that [?] bitch, lil' C, not bloody
Fuck 12, I bleed lean
Vivid dreams and promethazine
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With fuckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pussy, don't penetrate
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
From the slums of East Memphis
To the Dirty South of South Florida
With fuckboys we don't associate
With ratchet pussy, don't penetrate
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
Fuck the cops, I said, fuck the cops
A hundred shots make 'em run the block
[Verse 1: Fat Nick]
Prometh, just pop Percocets (Lean)
I fuck her raw with no regrets (Nah)
She want my kid, I want the check (Nah)
A hundred grand for my last name (Cha-ching!)
Man, fuck the money, I want the fame
You talk slick, gon' get rearranged
Smoke dope in a different timezone
Codeine got me seein' clones
I ate her ass to the fuckin' bone
I get free shit, I don't need no loan (Nah)
If a nigga talk slick then [?]
Got gas for the low, we ain't talkin' [?]
All my bitches out of state, catchin' ZIP code
Fuckin' the stank then ate out her pank
Two bad bitches on my fuckin' fur mink
This FLA, bitch, some FLA shit
Bust a nigga down on some real nigga shit
If a boy talkin' super, blow a shot at his bitch (Duh)
This [?], you be stuck like a damn lucid dream
Break a bitch down, pull up on her damn sneak
I don't need no bitch, I don't need me nobody
I take that [?] bitch, lil' C, not bloody
Fuck 12, I bleed lean
Vivid dreams and promethazine
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