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letra de heavy weight - fat8oi

intro

you know, real recognize real men!
make these f-ck boys them dey one side
show me the weight you get
huh show me the weight you get
huh show me the weight you get

verse one

(huh) new chick, new whip n-gga you hold your side
you chill, with the full clip
you dey move things, for life
kingpin you dey sip lean, you dey sleep with, that white (white girl)
you dey chipping, we dey listen, but your movement dey show say na lie
them say them dey ball just like nba
smoke that good weed each and every day (lie)
say na them dey move all the heavy weight
n-ggas too fake them be made in aba
when them come online them dey show themselves
when e come to real life we dey show them h-ll
them dey hold them head when them see the real n-ggas wey dey march out
daytime come gbolo themselves
who get the kush ion know
who hold the lean ion know
we from the streets no dey cap about things even though you no dey f-ck with popo
you get the brick na you know
you get the stick na you know
better keep enough change
n-gga one day, that your worth ojormina wan know

chorus

drug man, gun man, show me the weight you get
you get the things and the 30 round clips n-gga show me the weight you get
rich n-gga, big cheese n-gga (huh), show me weight you get
we get the haans say na you be the man n-gga show me the weight you get
say you get the pounds you dey run the whole town n-gga show me the weight you get
when me and my n-ggas lap with the chicken laps you go show me the weight you get
say na you dey feed the whole hoes but your team broke show me the weight you get
dey dey blow the dough when the popo show you go show me the weight you get

verse two
(mainzey switch)

fat8oi my day one, n-ggas wondering how come
you ain’t gang n-gga, that’s facts n-gga
sh-t we spitting that thrill n-gga
local tools we done p-ssed that
drug dealer make fast cash, blow it up get it right back
f-cked your b-tch she a soundtrack
i wonder why n-ggas talk a lot, pants down know i sag a lot
now you telling me you moving dope
asked about you they ain’t heard about you
got plugs in the creeks n-gga, talked about you they ain’t even know you
i’m just flexing these shooters on you
camcorders, n-ggas plotting on you (ayy)
n-ggas pull up you ain’t notified
missed calls like 25, dead bodies f-ck it do or die
riding fast like we fynna die
n-gga i’m fynna crash land on these bricks yeah and i’mma bag it
let these n-ggas know sh-t real, real n-ggas pull up no magic

chorus

- fat8oi

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