| Oh well, all right you birds
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| Want me to make a speach?
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| Now — I’m in my leather coat
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| K-swiss new and white as coke
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| It’s 2:45 and I’m on the streets
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| And I’m fillmoe down never wantin to sleep
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| Now — bitin like a wolverine
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| Tight like a group when ya hold a beam
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| My phylosophy baby is hold the cream
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| Then blow the weed then fold the g’s
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| Now — cadillac rida form
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| 2−27 yo the god was born
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| Cruisin through the town like a brick
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| For 4 days rich
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| But somebody snitched don’t quit
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| Now
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| The situations nasty like college chicks
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| I’m gonna show you what the dolla gets
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| My homegirl say her impala hit
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| But she’s a lyin bitch
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| And I don’t give a shit-now-
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| I done cracked the blunt
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| My lifes a game no time to front
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| And the packs like hyinas
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| And we laugh like hyinas
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| Nickatina muthafucka now
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| Crooked little mind of yours
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| All in the air like a condor
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| Bust like a 44 all through a wood door
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| Replican fillmoe get paid stay paid nigga now
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| With a brand new cobra snake
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| All in your face bitch flaunt my bank
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| Watch the red devil fight
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| As they run the tank
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| Goldfish don’t have a chance to
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| Live, muthafucka-now
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| Jeans in a perfect crease
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| The homeboys say nicky give a speach
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| Money comes sweeter than a georgia peach
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| And I’m talkin more shit in
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| My k-swiss nigga-now
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| The situations nasty like college chicks
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| I’m gonna show you what the dolla gets
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| My homegirl say her impala hit
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| But she’s a lyin bitch
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| And I don’t give a shit-now-
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| Now I’m in the mood for silence
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| Blew back lookin at the city of violence
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| Filled with malice
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| Float to dallas
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| Tell the punk bitch with her
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| Dad I’m at this now
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| 45 caps I spit
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| All in the car man weed is lit
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| Imagine what all them g’s will get
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| And I’m a greedy motherfucker can
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| You feel this shit now
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| Actin like lazer tag
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| Through the airport with my polo bag
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| Touchdown now her come the gift of gat
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| Baby born to rap homie pull your gats now
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| The sound of a symphony
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| The bullets make a whistle that’s harmony
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| The feelin of the pain is agony
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| Street court done made another tragedy now
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| The situations nasty like college chicks
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| I’m gonna show you what the dolla gets
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| My homegirl say her impala hit
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| But she’s a lyin bitch
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| And I don’t give a shit-now- |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nasty Like College Chicks , by - Andre Nickatina. Song from the album Bullets, Blunts, n ah Big Bank Roll, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп