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letra de intro - fat fool

[verse]
mask on [?] vvs bust down
could’ve bought a brick, baby, but i bought a bust down
freak b-tch to the bedroom, she get bust down
bc, fat fool, b-tch, we what’s up now
f-cked a n-gga b-tch and that ho gave me the rundown
cash app a couple hundos, get you gunned down
down like the gang still tryin’ take her down
n-gga thought he was a king ’til we aimed at his crown
y’all n-ggas ain’t gangsta, we really with the sh-ts
got a freak b-tch, love to suck, she ain’t innocent
you ain’t got a real plug if he ain’t a immigrant
and i don’t even gotta pay for work, i just get rid of it
yeah, we runnin’ up them bands and i love sellin’ drugs
nina on my hip, pull your pants up, i really thug
only time i sell dirt is when i’m sellin’ mud
let the fiend taste the work before i even budge
n-ggas want smoke? tell ’em we got cancer
askin’ ’bout pills? yeah, i got the answer
static on my phone, i hang up, don’t take chances
i like it, then i spend it, ain’t gotta check my finances
all my diamonds vvs, check the clarity
i can put you on your feet, i do charity
walkin’ with that heater, boy, i know you scared of me
yeah, my life a movie and y’all n-ggas livin’ parody
[refrain]
i want all the paper, my strap’s all lasers
this the fat fool, baby, this rappers & ball players
i want all the paper, my strap’s all lasers
this the fat fool, baby, this rappers & ball players

- fat fool

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