Fight Bill lyrics

by

Nacho Picasso


[Intro x3]
You hear me, you feel me
You hear me, you feel me
n*ggas talkin' sh*t but I don't think that they know me

[Verse 1: Nacho Picasso]
No obstacles, Nacho, I hurdle hills
I go bad on a b*tch like curdled milk
Gargle pills, got the blues like Gargamel
What's going on, I'm confused like Marvin feel
When the pain stops is probably when I start to heal
Banana clips and the chimps might start to peel
Had a chick on my back until I popped a wheel
I need a badass b*tch so I can stomp my heel
Syrup in my Starbucks cup
I stay gettin f*cked like good luck chuck
Hope you break a leg, good luck c*nt!
The whole team hit, you a hockey puck
Blow off my di*k take a c*cky bump
We love to pop mollies and helen hunt
If drugs stunt your growth then I'm probably runt
Cause I'm a real goonie like Sloth and Chunk

[Chorus x2]
I'm on the flyer that's a fight bill
Cops comin' I don't care Ima fight still
Put the b*tch to bed like a nyquil
I got a day grill and at night I wear my night grill
[Verse 2]
No games lil n*ggas get it poppin'
No we never stoppin I challenge the gauntlet
Spoils of war now we all spoiled rotton
n*ggas trynna block them like Chester McGlockton
Always paper chasin' man I never stop joggin'
These n*ggas Wendy Williams man they never stop talkin'
No heart on my sleeves I wear tank tops
I'm the reason that your favorite rappers Rain drop
My girl and her sister both suck the same c*ck
Lil n*ggas look to me for game Like im gamestop
I get my sh*t custom made let the lames shop
My city dangerous I feel like its Bangkok
There's more to it than Microsoft and rain drops
Woolie zombies, werewolves And slain cops
I'm a bachelor from a bast*rd I blame pops
I'm not a clumsy n*gga but I love to Name drop

[Chorus x2]
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