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FAT NICK & SOUTH STRIP - CRUCIFY ME
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
All But 6
All But 6
Performer
Fat Nick
Fat Nick
Vocals
South Strip
South Strip
Vocals
Pouya
Pouya
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nicholas Voutsinas
Nicholas Voutsinas
Songwriter
Jessé Mendes
Jessé Mendes
Songwriter
Matthew Maradiaga
Matthew Maradiaga
Songwriter
Jonathan McCray
Jonathan McCray
Songwriter
Aishan Fuller
Aishan Fuller
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Constant
Constant
Producer

Songteksten

Yeah Strip They want that fuck shit, Mr. Double Back Not because I missed, let me see him rest in piss Off the 9-mill' driller, pass me the liquor Mr. Pitbull, you the runt of the litter Bullet fragments hit your body, they gon' sparkle like some glitter Let's think quitter, pop Perc', winner Fifty ball in the club, make it hail like the winter Fossil fuel in my cup, this that Act' in my liver Brought that fuck you music Go blow your brains out to it (What the fuck?) Woke up mad as shit, thirty-clip, I'ma shoot it Go dumb, I'ma lose it, shit, bitch, she be choosin' I got Percs, Xans, lean, fuck shit, I go stupid Okay, I'm on I was really lost Triеd to crucify me like the man on thе cross Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks Time is slippin' losin', track of time when I watch, I know I was really lost Tried to crucify me like the man on the cross Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks Time is slippin', losin' track of time when I watch, I know Yeah, tell me how you feel Never been the type to pour a four or crack a seal Crush a Percocet to put it in my nasal field 'Cause that's just how I feel, that's just how I feel Feelin' alone, I don't got a home, but she used to say, "What's up?" Take my tee off, he get beat up, pussy boy, what's up? Grab that piece on me, I'm pushin' P [?] Okay, tell me, tell me Have you ever moved a couple bricks across the [?] No time for the pussy plot, bitches I'm tryna feed my family, I just wanna rock Just like they trip up on my dick, get off my cock, bitch I just wanna fly higher than a cockpit You just wanna die, bitch, I wanna drop shit Drivin' down the I, losin' ain't an option You will not survive, you can see that motherfuckin' killer in my eyes I was really lost Tried to crucify me like the man on the cross Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks Time is slippin', losin' track of time when I watch, I know I was really lost Tried to crucify me like the man on the cross Tenfold, 'bout to get this guap, I raised my stocks Time is slippin', losin' track of time when I watch, I know I feel like Bernie Madoff, I made off with lots of bands Niggas thinkin' that I play golf, I'm swingin' to pop your mans This choppa could chop a van, hit noggins and not ya vans Catch a FACE SHOT, FACE SHOT, you ain't got a chance No pussy niggas allowed on this side I stand Bitch, you could die with my enemies, I'm not your friend I swear, this war ain't ever over, gotta plot revenge A lot of blood stains on the carpet when I'm stompin' in Okay, I'm on
Writer(s): Aishan Fuller, Jessé Mendes, Jonathan Mccray, Matthew Maradiaga, Nicholas Voutsinas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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