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letra de yoyo - farigo

[intro: farigo]
yeah yeah yeah yeah

[chorus: farigo]
y’all phonies are whack
you thought me’s a fool
i’m sippin the sauce
i ain’t pickin up the phone (pa pa)
in the coupe with your b-tch brought me a lil snack
i’m bout to light up her world
i put them boys together
the whole team ready to shoot (shoot)
b-tch i’m the muf-ckin’ glue (glue)
i got the muf-ckin’ blue cheese
ride on my broom stick (stick
countin the blue benjies
lil b-tch we be doing business (business)
im dripping it made me a sinner
but thank god i got them digits
if i die i still keep em secrets
i can copp all the styles in the building
ain’t no need for finessing

[verse: farigo]
doing projects escaped the projects
that’s a whole different topic
came from sleeping in the bottom
i can recall the days we were starvin
20 racks in my pocket (aaah)
attitude is like f-ck all those b-tches who
turned all their backs
i stack them pateks in my f-cking house
i like em bold like four pockets full
all folded might spent it all on a muf-ckin’ glasses
they will never catch me lackin
i steady be poppin their jackets (jackets)
poppin windshields
the bullets fly through
the sticky got a laser
so easy to shoot
i got b-tches they loyal af
& they wanna shoot too
they wanna hop in the coupe (psh psh psh)
they wanna hop in the bentley
ready to bounce on my belly
its a orgy b-tch it’s not a getty
she’ll be swallowin my kids like spaghetti
five hundred thousand dollars on some land
that sh-t’s trully a blessing
saw my demons on a trip
feeling like i’m merlin manson
look at my wrist diamonds dancing
spend like 8 thousand dollars on mattress
boy talk too much turned to casper
hollow tips ready for blastin
close your top if you riding in my city
we gone get you in a minute
broad-day smoke going off pop pop (pop-pop)
if you want a ticket we gone send you to the heaven
we ain’t talking bout no chicken
ain’t gone lie boy your jewls ain’t fly
oh your jeweler be finessing
all yo brothers snakes already (snakes already)
all yo baby mommas hoes already (hoes already)
we were lookin for the opps
had to spin a couple blocks
till i saw em on the spot already
tell my homies trust my vision (aha)
we can never fake our mission
[chorus: farigo]
y’all phonies are whack
you thought me’s a fool
i’m sippin the sauce
i ain’t pickin up the phone
in the coupe with your b-tch brought me a lil snack
i’m bout to light up her world
i put them boys together
the whole team ready to shoot
b-tch i’m the muf-ckin’ glue
i got the muf-ckin’ blue cheese
ride on my broom stick
countin the blue benjies
lil b-tch we be doing business
im dripping it made me a sinner
but thank god i got them digits
if i die i still keep em secrets
i can copp all the styles in the building
ain’t no need for finessing

- farigo

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