Little Nicky Lyrics

I don't wish to know everything

I just wanna know where the bag at

I just wanna buy a mansion before a baguette

Nigga don't ask me bout that bitch I been had that Hope he don't walk up

Because this switch gon' make him back back

Nigga swisher fat

Full of cookies yeah that Gas pack

Not from over there

Y'all be smokin' straight ass bag

Boy you niggas trash bag

Fresh made glade bag

Goin' out sad sad police like that Vlad man

Y'all be snitchin' on yourself

Nigga who you mad at

How you never got no money Ho

Where your dad at

Chrome hearts pants and it's Louis on my backpack

Plain white tee on where the fuck Delilah at

Blicky on me

Call me little Nicky when you pull up on me

Listen homie

Never cook the beef off in your kitchen

Only smart rules made, I ain't sellin' out like tickets

Show me

How the fuck I took your bitch

When you ain't got no bitches homie

Margiela bubble jacket, middle of the winter

I been eatin' better, I can't settle for no TV dinner

I keep prayin' I keep grindin'

How can I not be a winner

I don't work unless I got some paper

I feel like a printer

They like Thump

I been fuckin' with you since I could remember

How the fuck you ain't a millionaire by now

I would've figured

That you'd take off with this music shit

You're not a beginner

Yeah I know

I'm just not gon' suck no dick to be remembered