Fat Nick, MTM - Donut Boys Part 1 lyrics
[Fat Nick, MTM - Donut Boys Part 1 lyrics]
Pussy fuck boy, watch out how you talk to me
Hold your sentence, bite your tongue
Don't be testing me stepped up in the club
Arm around your main bitch
Stuck a xanny in her pussy now the goofy
Suck my dick, suck my dick
Swallow up my kids
Dropping loads on these hoes
My dick a terrorist designer'd down
Got on Fendi draws and they be showin'
Finessing hard
Rub up on my bitch and she be foreign
Flexing and finessing
The only things I know of
Fiji Water when I shower, man I'm so exotic
Versace, it got Chinchilla sleeves
Bitch I'm worth some guap
Gon' and wipe me down
Barge up in your crib
Then it's chopper down
Ski mask on, I got a hundred rounds
Hit you for a lick, then I smoked your brick
Red beams pointed, God this ain't a trick
Sippin' lean out my sippy cup
Dozen hoes, I wanna fuck
Slide by if you wanna bust
Straight pistol whippin'
'bout hollow tippin'
Bitch I'm packing heat
I got that Chris Paul
Riding twenty deep, I feel like Randy Moss
Destroyed the fucking pussy
Mikey call the Red Cross
I got that ice on me
Bitch I look like Jack Frost
Flexing and finessing like my
Name is Champ Fway
Ask me how long I been trappin'
Bitch I'll tell you all day
Catch me by the Church's Chicken
Standing by the doorway
All this Polo on my ass
Bitch you think it's horseplay
I done never gave a fuck
You can ask my fuckin' mama
Motherfuckers say they ball but
They really just
Bitch I'm racking up these commas
Sliding through in that Impala
With a couple white Madonna's
Brought a pipe in my pajamas like that
Hold your sentence, bite your tongue
Don't be testing me stepped up in the club
Arm around your main bitch
Stuck a xanny in her pussy now the goofy
Suck my dick, suck my dick
Swallow up my kids
Dropping loads on these hoes
My dick a terrorist designer'd down
Got on Fendi draws and they be showin'
Finessing hard
Rub up on my bitch and she be foreign
Flexing and finessing
The only things I know of
Fiji Water when I shower, man I'm so exotic
Versace, it got Chinchilla sleeves
Bitch I'm worth some guap
Gon' and wipe me down
Barge up in your crib
Then it's chopper down
Ski mask on, I got a hundred rounds
Hit you for a lick, then I smoked your brick
Red beams pointed, God this ain't a trick
Sippin' lean out my sippy cup
Dozen hoes, I wanna fuck
Slide by if you wanna bust
Straight pistol whippin'
'bout hollow tippin'
Bitch I'm packing heat
I got that Chris Paul
Riding twenty deep, I feel like Randy Moss
Destroyed the fucking pussy
Mikey call the Red Cross
I got that ice on me
Bitch I look like Jack Frost
Flexing and finessing like my
Name is Champ Fway
Ask me how long I been trappin'
Bitch I'll tell you all day
Catch me by the Church's Chicken
Standing by the doorway
All this Polo on my ass
Bitch you think it's horseplay
I done never gave a fuck
You can ask my fuckin' mama
Motherfuckers say they ball but
They really just
Bitch I'm racking up these commas
Sliding through in that Impala
With a couple white Madonna's
Brought a pipe in my pajamas like that