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letra de nigga what - fat trel

[intro]
yeah, ayy, woah, woah
uh, yeah, woah
let’s go, n-gga
ayy, look (woah)

[chorus]
b-tch, ain’t no pressure or no smoke with us, it’s money everywhere
might whip a switch out when it’s sunny, n-ggas runnin’ everywhere
ain’t losin’ sleep or lost a dollar, i ain’t never really cared though
i mean, yeah, i heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? you said what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
ayy, z, what?

[verse 1]
i ain’t havin’ no pressure with these bluffin’-ass n-ggas, these n-ggas cap
no conversation with these nothin’-ass n-ggas, i’m ’bout to sap
my lil’ b-tch able, you’s a stuntin’-ass n-gga, she probably whack
just stuffed a tractor with them turkey bags, b-tch, we on the map
i’m one of the richest, as real as it get
i just scr-ped up a deuce and it went to a ten
we tellin’ the truth, them n-ggas pretend
if i shoot out the roof, don’t come on the bend
we spin it and spin it and spin it again
amiri my denim, this probably your rent
i sent you a package, i’m checkin’ the trackin’, i hope that you got it, it say that it’s sent
i went to the trenches to check on the load, it’s headed to cleveland, comin’ in bold
p-ssy the meanest, she on the pole, i beat from the back and i’m leavin’ it swole
these n-ggas be bluffin’, i’m really in traffic, they wanna get active, just come to the road
ain’t doin’ no cuffin’ unless she attractive, as soon as i smack it, it’s back to the ho
[chorus]
b-tch, ain’t no pressure or no smoke with us, it’s money everywhere
might whip a switch out when it’s sunny, n-ggas runnin’ everywhere
ain’t losin’ sleep or lost a dollar, i ain’t never really cared though
i mean, yeah, i heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? you said what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
ayy, z, what?

[verse 2]
yeah, i’m workin’ the digits, you workin’ the pot
i told her, “let’s get it,” we whippin’ the block
i put up a ticket, went fishin’ with opp
these n-ggas been snitchin’, they really the cops
i really be whippin’ and whippin’ the drop
pull up on the opps, we do it a lot
ain’t no hesitation, i’m gettin’ ’em shot
how many bullets you got? a lot
this b-tch like a tank ’cause i’m really a soldier
i probably paint ’em to get this sh-t over
i’m sippin’ drank and it came with a coaster
i’m in the gate with a drac’ and a cobra
you want a verse, i’ma need me the p
i’m in the stu’ with the god, it’s z
this sh-t is easy, honestly
you should’ve given a bond to me
my n-gga hawk you with no talk
droppin’ them bodies, i leave ’em in chalk
i caught ’em with scotty, they say it was bought
i took it to trial, they hate that i fought
i’m runnin’ ’em down, these n-ggas be walkin’
i’m holdin’ it down, these n-ggas be talkin’
i come to your town and do it with caution
the junkie just hit it, he said it was awesome
[chorus]
b-tch, ain’t no pressure or no smoke with us, it’s money everywhere
might whip a switch out when it’s sunny, n-ggas runnin’ everywhere
ain’t losin’ sleep or lost a dollar, i ain’t never really cared though
i mean, yeah, i heard he shot it, but he shot it in the air though
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? you said what? what?
n-gga, what? n-gga, what? n-gga, what? what?
ayy, z, what?

- fat trel

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