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letra de groupie's ( yall cant fuck wit a g) - fat tone

[intro]

welcome to the murder show.(yall can’t f-ck with a g)im tired of you suckas. puttin my motherf-ckin name in your mouth n-gga, you dont know me.quit talking about me n-gga. one love to my n-gga mac dre, who you groupies thought i k!lled. n-gga thats my motherf-ckin n-gga you dumb b-tch. quit puttin that sh-t on the streets like that, for i slide up on yo punk -ss

[verse:1]

imma vett! you little bitty boys ain’t ready for war, you hear these missles start running for sure
it dont matter you can duck on the floor, we just circle round your block and start dumpin some more. see i make these n-ggas duck for cover, even in the night they duckin under the covers. im make wanna b’s turn into a pretty please, now they all on my phone tryna call pleads. n-gga h-ll yeah you get clapped on for thinkin you can make a rap tape about fat tone. (haha) you ain’t never gone profit, making them little tapes in your bas-m-nt stop it. unlike me when i drop you gone cop it, love enimies means money back in my pocket.couldn’t stop it if you f-ck with suge knight, my lil n-gga see you and you still gone get iced.(ugh)

[hook:x2]

yall can’t f-ck with a g. you lil n-ggas gone get touched in these streets. quit trynna act like yall all o.g’s but when the fonk crack yall wanna talk to the police.(ugh)

[verse:2]

i heard the word on the streets n-ggas lookin for me, lil n-gga you couldn’t be lookin for me. im all at the mall n-gga, all at the landing. doing my gig gone candy dancing. with my deuce seven n-ggas cuz they love to shoot sh-t, keep a fully automatic duck taped to two clips its useless. ridin up on the captain, h-ll my lil n-gga vinny he’ll show you that platnum. whats happenin, you lil f-g n-ggas wanna k!ll fat tone so you can brag n-gga. you b-tch -ss p-ssy ill take your life we can meet in the church or in front of the vice. ill slide right up on you make you drop your gun, first shot hit you hard make you swallow your tougue. you dont want none, ill make you run outta town or the next time i see you youll catch multiple rounds. (ugh)

[hook:x4]

[outro]

b-tch -ss n-ggas, n-ggas better quit puttin my name out here like that n-gga. f-g -ss wanna be n-ggas. fat tone k!lled mac dre, fat tone k!lled mac dre. you stupid -ss b-tch. n-gga thats my n-gga, i really knew the n-gga. you n-ggas is groupies. n-ggas dont know them n-ggas mane. fakein like yall got the cali plug. like yall f-ck with bo and tay and all them n-ggas. n-gga them my n-ggas n-gga. im the truth n-gga. n-ggas gone make me snap. b-tch -ss n-gga aye im tellin you cuz

- fat tone

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