
letra de 392 - fatboii escobar
[intro: fatboii escobar]
(ayo, x9)
(gentle beatz)
woah, woah, n-gga, yeah
[chorus: fatboii escobar]
scorin’ everything ’round, havin’ gas like a garden
way my yg work the shot, n-gga thought he was harden
six hundred for the plain tee, my t-shirt marni
it feel like gucci in ’06, but i ain’t smokin’ on barney
mix the runtz with the gumbo, n-gga, i smoke presidential
get your dog whacked off face just for bein’ with you
swipin’ cards and she doin’ wigs, that b-tch got potential
lame hoes wanna be in the mix, make ’em get a rental
[verse 1: fatboii escobar]
bustin’ plays out 392, trappin’ out the charger
havin’ cash and i’m servin’ troops, front seat with the carbon
ticket low as f-ck, you can come and go, don’t need to bargain
hit a n-gga b-tch, send a picture, all i did was heart it
i’m in la with a baddie, n-gga, low seat, watchin’ the rams
i know n-ggas that done seen a hundred just off servin’ the yams
shared my part with highs, now i’m in the hood pushin’ mclaren
them is not vvs in your chain, boy, them is not dancin’
i just came to hit the ho, she tryna hold me up for ransom
i ain’t gotta pay a b-tch to let me f-ck, she say i’m handsome
we let auntie test the dope, she f-cked around, became a dancer
i don’t give a f-ck about you bein’ z, that sh-t don’t stamp you
[chorus: fatboii escobar & bossman dlow]
scorin’ everything ’round, havin’ gas like a garden
way my yg work the shot, n-gga thought he was harden
six hundred for the plain tee, my t-shirt marni
it feel like gucci in ’06, but i ain’t smokin’ on barney
mix the runtz with the gumbo, n-gga, i smoke presidential
get your dog whacked off face just for bein’ with you
swipin’ cards and she doin’ wigs, that b-tch got potential
lame hoes wanna be in the mix, make ’em get a rental (yeah, big za)
[verse 2: bossman dlow]
this sh-t ain’t a game, you n-ggas ain’t on my level, n-gga (n-gga)
spent a zip of— on a chrome heart sweater, n-gga (facts)
why you think that b-tch ain’t f-ckin’? you ain’t special, n-gga (you ain’t special, n-gga)
brodie wanna up and blow the bl!ck, he ain’t tryna wrestle, n-gga (baow, baow)
p-ssy n-gga talkin’, tell that n-gga drop his nuts
b-tch, i’m big za (big za), ain’t no bubba, n-gga, this runtz
i’ll take a n-gga stash and go and cash out at reluxe (n-gga)
pull up bentley gtc, this b-tch got peanut-b-tter guts (n-gga)
big dog rollin’ on them pills, he don’t pop nothin’ but uppers
me and fatboii beatin’ up that road, we f-cked up our knuckles
i just met a scammin’ b-tch, i’m in her mansion smokin’ trouble (gas)
i got plates for twenty-two, come and get a jimmy butler (come here)
hold on, i gotta catch my play, i’m on the way
i don’t wanna f-ck, i’m straight, bae, let’s make a hundred k
hold on, i gotta catch my play, i’m on the way
i don’t wanna f-ck, i’m straight, bae, let’s make a hundred k
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