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letra de look in my eyes - fat trel & young moe

[intro: fat trel]
young lan on the track
woah, uh
she look in my eyes
b-tch, look in my eyes
yeah, hahahah
yeah, look

[chorus: fat trel]
i just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
and some pretty white b-tches, like to sniff up cocaine
i can barely maintain, i’ma need a new lane
i been sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, i resemble blue plane
chopper with a scope, i ain’t comin’ close range
like, i made enough change, i got p-ssy on the brain
i could trap ’em for the snow, and the fog, i blow
and he did it for the low, i could get it in the rain
a hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
all these, runnin’ out of time, i got money on the mind
[?] know i wasn’t lyin’ ’cause i do it all the time
i’ll rob a p-ssy n-gga, like, “you too kind”
when we move in the light, n-gga, you don’t see the life
n-gga, you don’t see the ice? n-gga must be blind
movin’ to the right, got your boo on a flight
put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes
[verse 1: fat trel]
got b-tches on the jet, and i did it just to flex
i get the p-ssy wet, she gon’ give me all the neck
hit the city, make a bet, i’ma count me up a check
f-ck around and take a nap, make her go and count the rest
i’ma spend it at the mall, i’ma spend it on my dog
i’ma purchase all the lean, tell her she can have the rest
n-gga, i don’t give a f-ck, we just really live it up
got the semi in the cut, got my finger in her b-tt
and my fully on tuck, wish a n-gga would touch
i’ll pull it out the bag, i’ll blow this b-tch up
’bout to stunt just to brag, i really did enough
i done f-cked the whole city, i don’t really want much
i’m silly in the mind, n-gga, gimme your mind
n-gga, remmy all the time, drinkin’ henny all the time
real dope, like pine, n-gga, b-tch drink wine
she say, “gimme that d-ck,” i’ma put it in her spine
i’ll clear the whole room out, ow, whose house?
walk in with the broom out, jail house
f-ck around, let the fool out (grr)
first night, homicide, with the tool out (graw, boom, bow)
pull up like, “who, n-gga?” (who?)
you, n-gga? paperwork, is it true, n-gga? (nah)
ooh, n-gga, that’s some sh-t that we don’t do, n-gga (at all)
i might f-ck around and spray the whole crew, n-gga (blaw, blaw)
true, n-gga
[chorus: fat trel]
i just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
and some pretty white b-tches, like to sniff up cocaine
i can barely maintain, i’ma need a new lane
i been sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, i resemble blue plane
chopper with a scope, i ain’t comin’ close range
like, i made enough change, i got p-ssy on the brain
i could trap ’em for the snow, and the fog, i blow
and he did it for the low, i could get it in the rain
a hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
all these, runnin’ out of time, i got money on the mind
[?] know i wasn’t lyin’ ’cause i do it all the time
i’ll rob a p-ssy n-gga, like, “you too kind”
when we move in the light, n-gga, you don’t see the life
n-gga, you don’t see the ice? n-gga must be blind
movin’ to the right, got your boo on a flight
put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes

[verse 2: young moe]
got a chopper with a hundred, n-gga, ain’t tryna aim
if the police ask me, ain’t sayin’ no names
cuttin’ b-tches off, now they havin’ road rage
since a youngin’, got a half, and i made a whole thing
f-ck the p-ssy, b-tch, i’m tryna beat the block down
went to jail, now he actin’ like awk now
need a real plug, i ain’t tryna shop ’round
new plate, move weight, like i’m tryna drop pounds
real n-gga from the get, go young
hoppin’ off the porch, and i started off thuggin’
n-gga try me, think i wouldn’t do nothin’
bean a n-gga block, and i’m jumpin’ out dumpin’
i ain’t ever had sh-t, n-ggas see me up in their six
i’ma go and f-ck a n-gga’s b-tch
nah, ho, we ain’t takin’ no pics
n-gga, can’t eat with me, ain’t takin’ no risks, thats life
[chorus: fat trel]
i just took a soul plane with a couple gold chains
and some pretty white b-tches, like to sniff up cocaine
i can barely maintain, i’ma need a new lane
i been sh-ttin’ on these n-ggas, i resemble blue plane
chopper with a scope, i ain’t comin’ close range
like, i made enough change, i got p-ssy on the brain
i could trap ’em for the snow, and the fog, i blow
and he did it for the low, i could get it in the rain
a hundred on the line, and a hundred in the nine
all these, runnin’ out of time, i got money on the mind
[?] know i wasn’t lyin’ ’cause i do it all the time
i’ll rob a p-ssy n-gga, like, “you too kind”
when we move in the light, n-gga, you don’t see the life
n-gga, you don’t see the ice? n-gga must be blind
movin’ to the right, got your boo on a flight
put the move on your wife when she look in my eyes

[outro: fat trel]
look in my eyes
look in my- look in my eyes

- fat trel young moe

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