Lyrics Fat Nick – I Feel Like Chingy

Fat Nick:
Shit, I’m geekin’, can’t sleep
I’m rollin’ off some molly, now your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won’t touch it if its clean

Shakewell:
Tell ’em we can box but I’m more the type to shank it out
I ain’t gotta ask, I know life or he gon’ air it out
You say you need gas but yo pockets filled with air
Without a doubt you be the lamest type of crumb yo bitch complain about
Shaker be the man up in the reach she said don’t worry ’bout
Cali’ baby maybe I’m a shark I’m gonna eat the trout
Man good in the street, independent, y’all can keep the clout
Every other month, ‘nother hunnid I ain’t signin’ bout
Stick came wit a stock, watch me up my pump
AR wit a beam, it gon’ melt you like a bump
Talkin’ ain’t gon’ rock, nah, bitch I came to roll
Treat ’em like a band, just keep poppin’ off it slow

Fat Nick:
Shit, I’m geekin’, can’t sleep
I’m rollin’ off some molly, now your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won’t touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I’d rather tote a beam
Shit, I’m geekin’, can’t sleep
I’m rollin’ off some molly, now your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won’t touch it if its clean

I fucked every IG model on my dick that bit’ fondled
Twin Glocks baby, all they need is hand models
These some big chains on me, watch my diamonds, they sparkle
Yeah your baby off some X, got her rollin’ like marbles
Yeah I took his bitch now he big mad
Choppa hold a 50, knock his wig back
You ain’t really trappin’, take that sack back
And if we catch you up in traffic call that pole back

Shit, I’m geekin’, can’t sleep
I’m rollin’ off some molly, now your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won’t touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I’d rather tote a beam
Shit, I’m geekin’, can’t sleep
I’m rollin’ off some molly, now your bitch, she want me
All I drink is lean, won’t touch it if its clean
And shorty we can box, but I’d rather tote a beam