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Where They Go
Fat Nick
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Where your bitches go? Where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where your bitches go? Where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
All this love is in the air
My bitch pistols, they matchin' pairs
Ride with me, come pay these fares
Euro stunt, you just a square
Sayin' y'all gonna shoot your shoot
Confrontation, boy, you spooked
Don't hang with fakes, we in LA
Fuck a Jake and fuck a lame
Show to show, we catchin' planes
Expensive loud, this diamond strain
Walk the walk and talk the talk
You still pussy, boy, tighten up
Chop the choppa, gon' wake you up
Five hos, gang bang in the freakin' truck
IPhone flex, I'm cashin' out
Don't wanna fuck, just use your mouth
Go and suck this nut, then wash it out
Cash on cash, ain't see no drought
Bape, 'Preme on this forty, pow
Foldin' now, gon' drop him down
Flexin' while I walk
Catch this thumper if you talk
Downed a pint, white chalk
If you 'bout it, listen up
Hatin' on me, jockin' us
Bitch, I'm global, business talk
Ridin' 'round in Euro cars
Yeah, my bitch bad, a foreign broad
Thirty clip, gon' shoot, just shoot
Been the jugg, push out Bluetooth
I know you lame, can't run no game
Just like the Feds, stay out my face
Where your bitches go? Where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where your bitches go? Where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
All y'all sayin' y'all the shit
Yet movement sucks, you all suck dick
Ain't 'bout it, bitch, ain't stackin' shit
Blow dope smoke and got third eye, bitch
Ain't make no money, got no name
Just mention me and get some fame
Chewin' flats, can't feel my face
This heater pack yo' field for days
Hipster bitch, she with it
Lick me 'til I feel it
Baby's got me feelin', dirty money got me livin'
"'Bout it, 'bout it," go tighten up
Full clip, hot clip, gon' fill him up
Beam on me if you really wanna go
Holler, "Motherfuck the world," pull the trigger, let's go
Ridin' stylish, foreign glidin'
Swisher blunts full of badass guidance
Money on me, if I want it, I'll buy it
Yeah, yo bitch ain't shit, If I show up, she gon' bite
Pussy bitch ain't 'bout this shit
She'll sext my line but won't suck dick
Fuck any bitch I fuckin' want
Yes, I'm the shit, can't tell me shit
Stop, don't you come at me
I'll knock you off that distress key
His clique thirstin', they got guns
They only slugs the golden ones
Vintage Bape, she love my shit
Know she really feelin' it
Money stacks, we blowin' Thrax
I know, I know, I can't turn back
Where your bitches go? Where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where your bitches go? Where your moneys go?
Where your friends, they go?
Where your juggs and where they go?
Where they, where they go?
Where they, where they go?
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