Nick Saban

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Not Nick Saban but you know my
Not nick saban but you know my niggas finna roll tide
Waterville that's where he lay you know we finna gon slide
I heard jus wat yah patna say gahdamn that switched the whole vibe
Catch 'em on the interstate and then we finna go live
Follow her she mother bee and then we storm the whole hive
I'm tryna get the chief but you know we'll wipe the whole tribe
He hit me talking sweet but know gang gotta gon slide
hitting everything but feet so you lil niggas betta gon hide

Pop out with that stick but he a bitch we causing major Payne
Bullets grazing dome we do him wrong jus tryna pick his brain
He can't go to parties got him feeling like he coi Leary
This like Cincinnati cause these bitches love to ask who dey
It's smelling like I farted but that 93 up in my face
Glock 40 on my fucking waist I dare a bitch ass boy to play
I bet he make to that places and yea I meant the heaven gates
I steady feel like Curtis blow the first nigga they love to hate
Had to close the casket they didn't wanna see him at that wake
He calling for his momma like them niggas that be callin jake
Get her out the door you know I hit her once and had to flake
Imma fat ass nigga I don't eat it I just count my cake

Not nick saban but you know my niggas finna roll tide
Waterville that's where he lay you know we finna gon slide
I heard jus wat yah patna say gahdamn that switched the whole vibe
Catch 'em on the interstate and then we finna go live
Follow her she mother bee and then we storm the whole hive
I'm tryna get the chief but you know we'll wipe the whole tribe
He hit me talking sweet but know gang gotta gon slide
hitting everything but feet so you lil niggas betta gon hide



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Writer(s): Daniel Porter
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