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where they go - fat nick lyrics

where they go lyrics
[hook]
where your b*tches 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 b*tches 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?

[verse 1]
all these [?] in the air
my b*tch pistols, they matchin’ pairs
ride with me, come pay these fares
euro stunt me just to square
sayin’ y’all gonna shoot your shoot
confrontation, boy you spooked
don’t hang with fakes, we in la
f*ck a jake and f*ck a lame
shoulders show, we catchin’ planes
expensive loud, these diamonds straight
walk the walk and talk the talk
you still p*ssy boy, tighten up
chop the choppa, gon’ wake you up
five hoes, gang bang in the [?] truck
iphone flex, i’m cashin’ out
don’t wanna f*ck, just use your mouth
gon’ suck this nut then wash it out
cash on cash, ain’t see no drought
[?]
[?]
flexin’ while i walk
catch this thumpa if you talk
downed a pint, white chalk
if you ’bout it, listen up
hatin’ on me, jockin’ us
b*tch i’m global, business talk
ridin’ ’round in euro cars
yeah my b*tch bad, a foreign broad
thirty clip, gon’ shoot, just shoot
[?]
i know you lame, can’t run no game
just like the feds, stay out my face
[hook]
where your b*tches 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 b*tches 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?

[verse 2]
all y’all sayin’ y’all the sh*t
[?]
ain’t bout it b*tch, ain’t stackin’ sh*t
blow dope smoke and got third eye, b*tch
ain’t make no money, got no name
just mention me and get some fame
chewin’ [?] can’t feel my face
this [?] pack yo field for days
hipster b*tch, she wit’ it
l!ck me ’til i feel it
[?] got me feelin’, dirty money got me livin’
[?], go tighten up
full clip, hot clip, gon’ fill him up
beam on me if you really wanna go
haul a motherf*cker world, pull the trigger, let’s go
ridin’ stylish, foreign [?]
swisher blunts full of badass guidance
money on me, if i want it i’ll buy it
yeah yo b*tch ain’t sh*t, if i show her, she gon’ bite
p*ssy b*tch ain’t ’bout this sh*t
[?] but won’t suck d*ck
f*ck any b*tch i f*cking want
yes i’m the sh*t, can’t tell me sh*t
stop, don’t you come at me
i’ll knock you out [?]
his clique thirstin’, they got guns
[?]
[?] she love my sh*t
know she really feelin’ it
money stacks, we blowin’ ‘thrax
i know, i know i can’t turn back
[hook]
where your b*tches 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 b*tches 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?

- fat nick lyrics

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