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letra de fatty fatty - bak jay

[intro]
yeah, yeah, uh
got her sayin, “daddy, daddy”
ayy, she like how i f-ck her, got her sayin’, “daddy,” ayy

[chorus]
ayy, she like how i f-ck her, got her sayin’, “daddy, daddy” (daddy)
we put opps in big ‘woods, this b-tch a fatty-fatty (fatty, b-tch)
i know bro gon’ spin before he diss ’cause he a real k!ller (real k!ller)
only hang with real n-ggas (real n-ggas)
23 go bang, you touch the chain, this b-tch gon’ like bryson tiller (sing, sing)

[verse]
f-ck a graveyard, i’ll put a dead opp in a pothole (pothole)
man, get your friend, hate chopped hoes (chopped b-tch)
never been to h-ll, i got close
been to jail, i was eatin’ nachos
any n-gga tried to try woulda got knockеd out with a motherf-ckin’ three piece nuggеt (three piece)
i like to keep me a b-tton, freak b-tch, she like to keep on f-ckin’
h-ll nah, don’t stop, keep on suckin’ (keep suckin’)
n0body i’m trustin’, i really be thuggin’
i f-ck around tweak, bang out my cousin
gift me a 5, i’m tappin’ his m-ffin
know how i get on, go back and forth with n0body i like the end of discussion (end of this sh-t)
i just got a bankroll (bankroll)
my left wrist, it stay froze (stay froze)
he mad whenever the bank closed
you not like that, n-gga, hang it up (hang it up)
i need my b-tch, no, i can’t get enough
spin the block in the truck, it’s like two thousand shots and you runnin’ to us (runnin’ to us)
no murder for hire, but i get sh-t touched (get sh-t touched)
when you f-ckin’ with me, bae, know it’s a plus
b-tch, i spin this wheel but we shot off his tires, dumbass should’ve been a lil’ faster (dumbass)
get off gone, bye-bye, b-tch, i’m tryna turn his fat ass a lil’ casket (bye-bye)
ain’t catch a n-gga at the light, four cars deep, we know his ass was boxed (we know his ass was boxed)
i told ’em, “give it to me, you ain’t no shooter, lil’ bro better pass that glock” (pass that sh-t)
give me a backpack for my strap, most of the time it’s in my lap (it’s in my lap)
boy, this flat back get sh-t wrapped
lil’ bro like to sn-tch that ‘cat, no rap (no rap)
swear i hate a b-tch that don’t care when she wrong, ho got some nerve (ho got some nerve)
if she don’t eat d-ck, then when we go out, i can’t pay for hers (i can’t pay for sh-t)
[chorus]
ayy, she like how i f-ck her, got her sayin’, “daddy, daddy” (daddy, daddy)
we put opps in big ‘woods, this b-tch a fatty-fatty (fatty, b-tch)
i know bro gon’ spin before he diss ’cause he a real k!ller (real k!ller)
only hang with real n-ggas
23 go bang, you touch the chain, this b-tch gon’ sing like bryson tiller (sing, sing)

[outro]
give me a backpack for my strap, most of the time it’s in my lap (in my lap)
boy, this flat back get sh-t wrapped
lil’ bro like to sn-tch that ‘cat, no rap (no rap)
swear i hate a b-tch that don’t care when she wrong, ho got some nerve (ho got some nerve)
if she don’t eat d-ck, then when we go out, i can’t pay for hers (can’t pay for nothin’)
ho don’t eat d-ck, i can’t pay for nothin’, f-ck wrong with that ho
haha
mm, mm, give me a backpack for my strap
mm, this flat back get sh-t wrapped
big bak

- bak jay

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