Testo Bitch Swim - Fat Nick feat. Shakewell
Testo della canzone Bitch Swim (Fat Nick feat. Shakewell), tratta dall'album Hope You're Proud
MTM, hit 'em with the heat
This the old Bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a bitch swim
Winter on my neck, December shit, like, "God damn"
This the old Bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a bitch swim
Winter on my neck, December shit, like, "God damn"
Big cannon, no jammin', poppin' every shit out
I'm with Nick, no Cannon, but we wildin' out
You an opp, you a poser, I done learned what you 'bout
Still rest in peace, Hosel, 'til I'm dead in the ground
Why the realest die young, but these lames above ground?
Makin' money while I sleep, you gotta wake up around
Four, five, six, thirty, poppin' thirties with lean
Bitch tried to sleep on me, I'm the man of her dreams
Opps tried to write me off, hit his neck with the beam
You a crumb, lil' bum, I'm splittin' checks with my team
Saw him flexin' double cups, don't know what cut up his lean
If cash rule everything then I must be the king
This the old Bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a bitch swim
Winter on my neck, December shit, like, "God damn"
This the old Bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a bitch swim
Winter on my neck, December shit, like, "God damn"
Shorty ask, "Where them fingers?" Ooh, I play with the switch
Azul bottles poppin' up, got me drunk like a bitch
I fucked her, you ain't her, Captain Raw Doggin' Shit
I ain't gotta do much, let me call up a blitz
Mr. Swerve Shit, shorty, go watch out for the beam
Drive a X6 truck, opps know that it's me
He go back on the blick, no shells on the scene
I can't pop no Addys, sniffed the blue, what you mean?
This the last time talkin' again, I'm lettin' shots
Let the Hellcat drag, I'm slutty, I'm poppin' thots
I'm burnin' heat up the block, I'm turnt, go light a dart
This a big bad club, get in, you need some knots
This the old Bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a bitch swim
Winter on my neck, December shit, like, "God damn"
This the old Bands, don't make new friends
I got a choppa on me, but you know it won't jam
Threw some racks in the club, made a bitch swim
Winter on my neck, December shit, like, "God damn"
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Writer(s): Andrew Adolph, Nicholas Voutsinas, Michele Scatamacchia
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