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letra de shovel - fat motion

[hook]
n-gga, i’m swinging my shovel
traphard, he a b-tch, that n-gga don’t really want trouble
that n-gga, he know he a ho
he look like a down bad clucka that’s smoking a colt
foot got in that room and he said what he know
them n-ggas they hot and they told on lil’ joe
foot hot as a b-tch, but he still getting smoked
them n-ggas sad as a b-tch, how you tell on your brother
i’m bending that corner and i’m swinging that cutter
n-gga, i’m bumping my stick, i ain’t going like tunkcas
black box records, we f-cking the opps’ baby mother’s
black box records, we f-cking the opps n-ggas’ b-tches
the b-tch got hit in her sh-t cause she thought she was trickin’
n-ggas, they know about us, we got fifties on fifties
n-ggas, they know about us, wе got boxes on boxes
n-gga, this sh-t ain’t gon’ end till wе crack all the foxes

[verse]
(?), they keep saying my name
gen 5, when i catch you, just know that i’m bringing the pain
gen 5, when i catch you, just know that i’m tapping that brain
n-ggas caught up with nino for thinking that sh-t was a game
n-ggas caught up with nino, i seen his lil’ ass catch a kit
who the f-ck is (lil wickin?), that n-gga ain’t never did sh-t (talking ’bout “ap all in the bag”, but that n-gga a b-tch)
shawty (?), caught a spit and a slap, he ain’t even do sh-t
n-ggas ain’t never did sh-t, man, that n-gga a ho’
i’ma cook hot steve, i’ma k!ll lil’ joe
his b-tch on my d-ck, and you already know
n-gga, she went for the gang, and that lil b-tch a ho’
black box records, you know that we up on the sco’
n-gga, i’m hoppin’ out quick and i’m swinging my door
n-gga, i’m swinging my door tryn’ catch me a hat
dreservin turned hot, he a baby cadet
i got a g23, i just slapped on the blatt
i got a g23, skeen gave me the box
b diddy, he locked and he watching the clock
b diddy all out the feds, and he watching his g-shock
get on yo’ ass and see you and q50 be kirkin, send 50 rounds all out this glock
[interlude]
n-gga, free all the men, n-gga
n-gga, free all the men, n-gga
f-ck all the-, them n-ggas be hot
them n-ggas some tippers
how the f-ck is yall telling on each other, n-gga? yall n-ggas some hoes
n-gga, i’ll catch youngfoot, i’ma fill him with holes, n-gga (free 50, free slug, free diddy, f-ck all the opps, black motherf-ckin-, tippin’ ass opp n-ggas, b-tch ass n-ggas, them n-ggas some b-tches, man…
let ’em know, cuz, them n-ggas hot as sh-t)

[hook]
n-gga, i’m swinging my shovel
traphard, he a b-tch, that n-gga don’t really want trouble
that n-gga, he know he a ho
he look like a down bad clucka that’s smoking a colt
foot got in that room and he said what he know
them n-ggas they hot and they told on lil’ joe
foot hot as a b-tch, but he still getting smoked
them n-ggas sad as a b-tch, how you tell on your brother
i’m bending that corner and i’m swinging that cutter
n-gga, i’m bumping my stick, i ain’t going like tunkcas
black box records, we f-cking the opps’ baby mother’s
black box records, we f-cking the opps n-ggas’ b-tches
the b-tch got hit in her sh-t cause she thought she was trickin’
n-ggas, they know about us, we got fifties on fifties
n-ggas, they know about us, we got boxes on boxes
n-gga, this sh-t ain’t gon’ end till we crack all the foxes, n-gga
[outro]
we gon’ crack all the foxes and celebrate n-gga, toast in the f-cking air, for you b-tch ass n-ggas, n-gga, on tall cro
i can’t wait to smack the sh-t out lil’-
boaw!

- fat motion

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