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letra de fillmoe - daz dillinger & jt the bigga figga

[verse 1]
they say they want me locked up or dead in the dirt
they got me ballin’ spendin’ dollars tryin’ to get me off erk
cause me and my cold cl!ck we come real sh-t, we got to work
and money ain’t a thing, we dealin’ with change and them first
and at the worst can get i lost a punk b-tch
i dumped that the folks tryin’ to get at some bullsh-t
who said we g-y, who said us n-ggas don’t play
menace city and the pb n-ggas is a un-soft case
and if ya n-ggas got something to say
b-tch -ss n-ggas we don’t play
say it in my face, if it’s negative talk game
and positively i let the glock ring man
we don’t bang, we get b-tch n-ggas out the lane
before the next motherf-ckin’ lane cross game
or try to sprinkle salt on these young n-ggas name
that’s why we makin’ a statement, f-ck everything

[chorus]
in fillmoe, fillmoe we don’t play
fillmoe it goes down every day
in fillmoe, where every man stacks pay
fillmoe, only the strong survive man
in fillmoe, fillmoe we don’t play
fillmoe it goes down every day
in fillmoe, where every man stacks pay
fillmoe, only the strong survive man

[verse 2]
it’s time for action, my main focus is only the stackin’
stuck in this ghetto habitat without a way out
we ghetto platinum and no doubt ya get addicted to the street life
hustlin’ heavy tryin’ to duck and dodge from three strikes
caution cause n-ggas is shady from here to boston
sometimes flossin’ talk sh-t behind ya back often
i spit the truth in every line that i speak
it’s hard times n-gga, get your’s cause i’ma get mine completely
from city to city and coast to coast
we man-made ghetto stars that y’all b-tches wanna toast to
y’all can’t even come close to, we larger than life
don’t dare to step up to this squad here, it’s lonely after midnight

[verse 3]
it’s all hypee, knowin’ these suckers never liked me
rather see me in a jail cell with a federal indictment
n-gga, copyin’ mafia on my own two
when i come through ride for the west, we all up on you
ya whole crew, hate and despise when they look through the eyes
of this real one, rushed through the dirt and pulled him out
and that’s for real son
never be at rest and that a lesson
when the beef hit and when ya get that ya get the blessin’
that’s round talk, when sh-t get thick we see who sticks
and half of the cl!ck jump ship and straight split
ice in the grip, they sell you out of yo location
ya set back, wakin’ ya up with home invasion

- daz dillinger jt the bigga figga

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