Fat Nick - Don't You lyrics

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Fat Nick - Don't You lyrics

[Verse 1] Sixteen, not my mama's b**h, I've been T'd up Busting jugs, breaking seals, we remixing bruh Guiseppe stepper got some pistols Who the f** I'm pressure Jug in Lexus, put your bands up b**h I'm the professor Any thot I wanna point them out and get some top If you with me, not against me, we gon' get the guap Riding 'round in Euro cars we dropping off the tops Foreign slider round it dope smoke got me feeling higher Off the sh**s I'm tweaking, double cup I'm peaking Only model hoes no wonder why I'm so conceited My pistol leaking,- know I swear this sh** keep sneezing I-If I catch a opp I call them, catch 'em, he stop breathing [Hook] No, don't, no no, don't No, don't, no no, don't Don't you, don't you f** with me Oh don't you, don't you f** with me f** your, f** your, f** your squad f** your, f** your, f** your squad (x2) [Verse 2] We gon' catch 'em Yeah we caught 'em, pistols solvin' problems [?] got me flexing global first impressions Star struck a b**h then leave her a** in pure rejection b**h I'm 'bout it 'bout it [?] gon' get that [?] Pop it go stop it, you dropping I'm busting This pistol ain't nothing can't [?] I'm riding with something this thumper keep bumping So talk and eat sh** but my money keep talking p**y, don't eat it I f** it and leave it I'm better than you and I truly do mean it She s** on my dick cause a thottie be T'd up And Globo a** sh** and nobody can feel me Flex, in my Euro pop my [?] pop that [?] Riding 'round my [?] till that [?] b**h and we'll get [?] Breaking the [?] but my Swishers stay lit I just sip on sh** I can't take no ones sh** Globo the gang I can't f** with no lames Twitter e-thug and I'm still getting paid Woah, when I pull up Skrrrt, when I go up I hunnit in the air my pop, pop, pop, pop, when it goes up Globo sh** we roll right now, no normal b**h can f** me now Hi-tech in my blood right now, six-hunnit dollar liter, wow [Hook] No, don't, no no, don't No, don't, no no, don't Don't you, don't you f** with me Oh don't you, don't you f** with me f** your, f** your, f** your squad f** your, f** your, f** your squad (x2) [Verse 3] Spazzing now, my whole team they be spazzing now No talking now, the MAC-11 clapping now Jug the jug, a hunnit bands ain't need no school (f** school) Globo take your b**h, you gon' take this loose Pop it gon' stop it, rockets we dodge it Twenty-two pistol, I bump in my pocket p**y not with it, drop 'em and ditch 'em Caught 'em and catch 'em the bodies be stacking All my b**hes s**ing dick, I'm f**ing till I cramp my hip Pistols out and popping now, Buffet Boys b**h we balling now Call it gon' text back, I'm running your sh** back A hunnit big trappers, I'm pushing some weight back Drilling your sh** I don't take no ones sh** Running your mouth but my money just smile Pistol packing, what it is Hi-tech make my jeans straight frizz Thrashy T's I say these jeans, just text a b**h I made her dream Running and fronting, the pistols you ducking No thottie oh thottie I know you like f**ing Just pop her a flat and she'll think she be s**ing She stupid a** b**h and she'll never be nothing Pull up in the foreign sk-sk-skrrtn' when I come out I got 7 in the come out, what you want, you want, you pop out [Hook] No, don't, no no, don't No, don't, no no, don't Don't you, don't you f** with me Oh don't you, don't you f** with me f** your, f** your, f** your squad f** your, f** your, f** your squad (x2)

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