Nick the Dick

[Verse]

Nick the Dick, slicker than a grease slide,

Boss moves, hat tilted, grip tight.

Money talks, he just whispers in its ear,

Cooler than the other side of the atmosphere.

[Chorus]

Nick the Dick, got that groove in his stride,

Smooth operator, making shadows hide.

Slick moves, ain't no need to decide,

Earning respect, no need to override.

[Verse 2]

Streetlights flicker when Nick rolls by,

Cops stop and stare, giving side-eyes.

Diamonds shine bright, reflecting his charm,

Enemies can't touch, they all disarm.

[Chorus]

Nick the Dick, got that groove in his stride,

Smooth operator, making shadows hide.

Slick moves, ain't no need to decide,

Earning respect, no need to override.

[Bridge]

Legends whispered, in back alleys and bars,

Nick's name etched, like scars on guitars.

No need for a crown, king on the down-low,

Every move, calculated, just go with the flow.

Every move, calculated, just go .

[Verse 3]

Glide across the pavement, shoes never scuffed,

Ladies swoon, every single bluff.

In the boardroom, or the darkest night,

Nick stays shining, never out of sight.

[Chorus]

Nick the Dick, got that groove in his stride,

Smooth operator, making shadows hide.

Slick moves, ain't no need to decide,

Earning respect, no need to override.

[Chorus]

Nick the Dick, got that groove in his stride,

Smooth operator, making shadows hide.

Slick moves, ain't no need to decide,

Earning respect, no need to override.

[Chorus]

Nick the Dick, got that groove in his stride,

Smooth operator, making shadows hide.

Slick moves, ain't no need to decide,

Earning respect, no need to override.

[Chorus]

Nick the Dick, got that groove in his stride,

Smooth operator, making shadows hide.

Slick moves, ain't no need to decide,

Earning respect, no need to override.

[Bridge]

Legends whispered, in back alleys and bars,

Nick's name etched, like scars on guitars.

No need for a crown, king on the down-low,

Every move, calculated, just go with the flow.

[Bridge]

Legends whispered, in back alleys and bars,

Nick's name etched, like scars on guitars.

No need for a crown, king on the down-low,

Every move, calculated, just go with the flow.

Every move, calculated, just go

Every move, calculated, just go

[Verse 3]

Glide across the pavement, shoes never scuffed,

Ladies swoon, every single bluff.

In the boardroom, or the darkest night,

Nick stays shining, never out of sight.