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On The Weekends I Feel Like Drake Lyrics


Fat Nick On The Weekends I Feel Like Drake

[Verse 1]
Big body bagger (Huh?), young toe-tagger
Draco hit you in the back, that's a soul smacker
Rolls-Royce, double R, open doors wide (Skrrt)
Pass the thing, my gun a dove how these bullets fly (Brrt, brrt)
Gangsta plugged him state to state, call it nationwide (Haha, what?)
If I call a bitch they slide, shh, somebody died
I been sittin' on a mill', no need no steady checks (Nah)
Shorty know I'm him (What?), watch you break neck (What)
She ask me what's my sign, baby, call me Himothy (Him)
I'm a one of one, f..ck, there's no comparin' me
This a soul snatcher, you a poor bastard (Poor)
Both of us got a pole but I'ma up faster (Pop)
All these diamonds, need no light if they wanna dance (What?)
Like a ugly bitch clubbin' in thе dark, they gleam (Haha)
[Chorus]
I love to spin (What, what?), I lovе to win (Spin 'em, spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Skrrt)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop, pop)
I love to spin (What?), I love to win (Spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Nyur)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop)

[Verse 2]
Special ed, shorty, 'cause the chopper love to stutter
'Boutta open bank accounts 'cause my shoeboxes been cluttered
Call me Nicky Gordo, him (Him), bullets make him swim (Swim)
I feel like Kim K, weight ain't keepin' up with him (What?)
This be seven-figure stuntin' (Stuntin'), tired of opps, I'm gunnin' (Grrah)
Twenty on my ears, your PPP is what I'm droppin' (Trap)
Bad bitch clutchin' (Huh?), big bands poppin' (What?)
Double R sign be the only way I hop in (Skrrt)
Dump a hunnid on my neck and I'll make it right back
Drop a opp back-to-back, funeral is where they at (Spin 'em)

[Bridge]
Hey, baby, it's Mr. Him (Him, baby)
Mr. Nicky Gordo, baby (Nicky Gordo, baby)
Fuck all the opps, baby (Fuck the opps)
[Chorus]
I love to spin (What, what?), I love to win (Spin 'em, spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Skrrt)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop, pop)
I love to spin (What?), I love to win (Spin 'em)
I love counting big money with my twins
I like fast cars, keep 'em by the lot (Nyur)
My Draco loud, do-do-do, gon' wake the block (Pop)


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