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letra de young ns - fat trel

[intro: fat trel]
i don’t know what to say on the intro, man, we just gon’… turn up
you feel me?
b-b-b-bang
ay hold up

[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n-gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n-gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n-gga
you need a loan, young n-gga, leave me alone, young n-gga
i get ’em gone, young n-gga, shoot like malone, young n-gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n-gga, they say this a song, young n-gga
got it on my own, young n-gga, i’m in the zone, young n-gga
i play on my phone, young n-gga, lower your tone, young n-gga

[verse 1: fat trel & no savage]
woah, i been workin’, i been serving in traffic
i wrap a brick up in plastic
sh-t dissappear like its magic
try me, get put in a casket
beefin’ with me, it get tragic
i make a play like i’m magic
i’m done with the b-tch, i done had it
i pop me a perc and i smash it
i’m really gettin’ it, whippin’ it
weighing the packages, sending it
i hope you got it, it’s ten of ’em
and come to this trap, and i’m diligent
you act like you don’t know the difference
you f-ckin’ them b-tches, i’m pimpin’ ’em
this b-tch really think i’m a gentleman
these n-ggas g-y and i’m really not feelin’ ’em
what you gon’ do?
i’ma just count up the dividends
i’ma collect me a bag
i went to the church with the strap on
what else?
i’m on the flight with the gas
i’m whippin’ this b-tch like a jag
she f-ckin’ on me and my man
this chopper’ll give you a tan
this chopper, it come from j-pan
[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n-gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n-gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n-gga
you need a loan, young n-gga, leave me alone, young n-gga
i get ’em gone, young n-gga, shoot like malone, young n-gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n-gga, they say this a song, young n-gga
got it on my own, young n-gga, i’m in the zone, young n-gga
i play on my phone, young n-gga, lower your tone, young n-gga

[verse 2: no savage]
i’m in the club with guns and young ass b-tches
it ain’t hard, i do it for fun, n-gga
whip out the glizzy, i’m not tryna bump with a n-gga
did this sh-t by myself, i’m not frontin’ that n-gga
do this sh-t for the k!llers and robbers
i f-ck with the steppers, and f-ck with the mobsters
n-ggas like b-tches, they tellin’ and gossip
copped me a pint just to sip out the bottle
racks in my pocket, can’t f-ck with no broke b-tch
i need a b-tch with some money that know sh-t
you gon’ be a hundred or gon’ be a ho b-tch
talkin’ that sh-t, i’ma come see whats up with ’em
hot ass n-gga, you know i don’t f-ck with ’em
b-tches done switched, so i can’t put no trust in ’em
g19, got like 31 in in it
i was just down in this sh-t, now i’m up in it
[chorus: fat trel]
i got the club on swole, woah, control your ho, young n-gga
i’m in the trap in the back with the strap, it’s ready to blow, young n-gga (boom)
i’m in the kitchen, i whip on the stove, i got it to go, young n-gga
you need a loan, young n-gga, leave me alone, young n-gga
i get ’em gone, young n-gga, shoot like malone, young n-gga (bow)
i’m bad to the bone, young n-gga, they say this a song, young n-gga
got it on my own, young n-gga, i’m in the zone, young n-gga
i play on my phone, young n-gga, lower your tone, young n-gga

- fat trel

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