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Little Nicky
by thumpmoney
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I don't wish to know everything
I just wanna know where the bag at
I just wanna buy a mansion before a baguette
Nigga don't ask me bout that bitch I been had that Hope he don't walk up
Because this switch gon' make him back back
Nigga swisher fat
Full of cookies yeah that Gas pack
Not from over there
Y'all be smokin' straight ass bag
Boy you niggas trash bag
Fresh made glade bag
Goin' out sad sad police like that Vlad man
Y'all be snitchin' on yourself
Nigga who you mad at
How you never got no money Ho
Where your dad at
Chrome hearts pants and it's Louis on my backpack
Plain white tee on where the fuck Delilah at
Blicky on me
Call me little Nicky when you pull up on me
Listen homie
Never cook the beef off in your kitchen
Only smart rules made, I ain't sellin' out like tickets
Show me
How the fuck I took your bitch
When you ain't got no bitches homie
Margiela bubble jacket, middle of the winner
I been eatin' better, I can't settle for no TV dinner
I keep prayin' I keep grindin'
How can I not be a winner
I don't work unless I got some paper
I feel like a printer
They like Thump
I been fuckin' with you since I could remember
How the fuck you ain't a millionaire by now
I would've figured
That you'd take off with this music shit
You're not a beginner
Yeah I know
I'm just not gon' suck no dick to be remembered
I don't wish to know everything
I just wanna know where the bag at
I just wanna buy a mansion before a baguette
Nigga don't ask me bout that bitch I been had that Hope he don't walk up
Because this switch gon' make him back back
Nigga swisher fat
Full of cookies yeah that Gas pack
Not from over there
Y'all be smokin' straight ass bag
Boy you niggas trash bag
Fresh made glade bag
Goin' out sad sad police like that Vlad man
Y'all be snitchin' on yourself
Nigga who you mad at
How you never got no money Ho
Where your dad at
Chrome hearts pants and it's Louis on my backpack
Plain white tee on where the fuck Delilah at
Blicky on me
Call me little Nicky when you pull up on me
Listen homie
Never cook the beef off in your kitchen
Only smart rules made, I ain't sellin' out like tickets
Show me
How the fuck I took your bitch
When you ain't got no bitches homie
Margiela bubble jacket, middle of the winner
I been eatin' better, I can't settle for no TV dinner
I keep prayin' I keep grindin'
How can I not be a winner
I don't work unless I got some paper
I feel like a printer
They like Thump
I been fuckin' with you since I could remember
How the fuck you ain't a millionaire by now
I would've figured
That you'd take off with this music shit
You're not a beginner
Yeah I know
I'm just not gon' suck no dick to be remembered
