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letra de checklist - fat trel

[intro: fat trel]
zaytoven
whoa
hahahah

[chorus: fat trel & shy glizzy]
junkies act like they be smoking weedies for breakfast
38 my pistol, all i need was [?]
[?] you know my n-ggas, we wreckless
that money and that power, maybe n-ggas respect us
my b-tch just say i’m stunting, i just k!lled him for bluffing
the kitchen whipping chickens, i’m legit with the stuffing
ain’t no cuffing, ain’t no fussing, [?]
i dawged the little b-tch, then [?] my checklist

[verse 1: fat trel]
my b-tch just say i’m wreckless, k!lled the b-tch for my necklace
i’m so extra special, i regret when i met you
[?] green beans, [?]
red green lean, i’m a pour up [?]
now ever since [?] i felt like [?]
dirty up the pot, i put the pot in my swisher
ask me how i f-cked your b-tch, i got i got her with liquor
i count up the figures, ’cause my issue was [?]
[?] think i come from the south
k!ll you just for flexing, put this gun in your mouth
them n-ggas say they working, why they throw in the towl?
them oppers broke as sh-t, [?] walk for a mile
[chorus: fat trel & shy glizzy]
junkies act like they be smoking weedies for breakfast
38 my pistol, all i need was [?]
[?] you know my n-ggas, we wreckless
that money and that power, maybe n-ggas respect us
my b-tch just say i’m stunting, i just k!lled him for bluffing
the kitchen whipping chickens, i’m legit with the stuffing
ain’t no cuffing, ain’t no fussing, [?]
i dawged the little b-tch, then [?] my checklist

[verse 2: shy glizzy]
if you ain’t a real n-gga, h-ll na, we can’t hang
might hit you with this glizzy, b-tch, that’s word to my name
[?] in the hood, b-tch, i be rocking my chains
that money that [?] we pop at your brains
he chopping all the time, and he rock all that designer
[?] black china
put his ass on a shirt, don’t give f-cks ’bout no minor
b-tch, you know who got the work, now get your ass on [?]
let’s go, i’m the sh-t
i’m sl!ck like i’m rick
[?]
[?] b-tches on my d-ck
[?] b-tch, i’m rich
[?] them bricks
you can try it if you want, we [?]
[chorus: fat trel & shy glizzy]
junkies act like they be smoking weedies for breakfast
38 my pistol, all i need was [?]
[?] you know my n-ggas, we wreckless
that money and that power, maybe n-ggas respect us
my b-tch just say i’m stunting, i just k!lled him for bluffing
the kitchen whipping chickens, i’m legit with the stuffing
ain’t no cuffing, ain’t no fussing, [?]
i dawged the little b-tch, then [?] my checklist

- fat trel

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