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letra de turkey sandwich & chips - fat dave

[intro]
i’m f-ckin’ with this beat, heh
sound like i got a motherf-ckin’ african band with me or somethin’
heh, yeah

[verse]
y’all think that i care ’bout this rap sh-t?
i really been on some d-mn trap sh-t
my plug just hit my phone and said, “fat dave, i just got some new bags in”
it’s a drought in the ville, so i’m taxin’
i just put some og in the package
when it come to this juggin’, you know i’m a fanatic
i dropped out of school, but i’m good with mathematics
these n-ggas ain’t shooters, these n-ggas be cappin’
when i come to your city, i ain’t tryna patch it
i ain’t never worried ’bout no little thot
if you see me on tv, just know i’m getting cash
special stay in the rental, getting backends
and that .30 on me, i ain’t ever did lackin’
i ain’t even worried ’bout no beef, go ask the last n-gga what happened
you can’t with me, gang slaughters and doa
he got caught slippin’, got shot in the face
get out of line and get put in your place
i went to the p-wn shop and got a k
catch a body, bond out the next day
i feel like lil boosie, i think that i’m crazy
my baby mama hate me, but still call my phone like, “come get your baby”
smokin’ exotic, this sh-t got me lazy
woke up, rolled a blunt, then i baked it
i mixed the dead opps with the runtz
hand me a lighter, i’m finna face it

- fat dave

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