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letra de ferris wheel! - fatboy biggz

[intro]
cheu
gang
cheu
gang. gang. gang

[chorus]
yeah i got my glock on my hip, since he movin his lips
he run up then i’m stretchin’ a b-tch
see he made a diss, so whenever that n-gga die
i’m treatin’ em’ like a catp-ss
she say she won’t f-ck but i feel like i know she will
spin on that boy block like a ferris wheel
see that n-gga cappin. cuz he never did a drill
and i cannot wait for the day that i touch a mil

[bridge]
i stay with the iron they callin’ me tony
i keep me a bl!cky, they know that it’s on me
why you speak on me? you don’t even know me
and word on the street you a muhf-ckin’ phony
yo’ b-tch keep callin, think she wanna bone me
so i put my d-ck whеre her muhf-ckin’ soul be
plеase don’t make me switch it back to the old me
i’m quick to turn up like lil n-gga come show me
f-ck bad b-tches only
[verse 1]
i’m livin’ my life like rambo cuz’ i never run out of ammo
b3 ducked off like i’m dressed in all camo
used to trap with the sticks in the muhf-ckin’ bando
i send a blitz on yo’ trap like commando
and no you can’t play me b-tch, i’m not a banjo!
we gone come light that sh-t up like a candle
and don’t ever worry bout; me i can handle
i started rappin’ at sixteen, n-ggas know that i had big dreams
they wanna end in a 6 feet, casket
so i stay spazzin’
they know lil biggie stay cookin’ up magic
if you want it, let me know you can have it
no nba, but i ball like a maverick
k!ll a n-gga like a muhf-ckin’ savage
see these hoes be average, i need me a bad b-tch
can’t tell me to save, when i never had sh-t
cuz’ tell the truth that sh-t there don’t sit right with me
to get a bag and blow we got some likely
cuz’ i got dreams and got goals that i must succeed
plus i got n-ggas and b-tches that stay in my ear
like, “who is this lil n-gga here?”
“oh he good at rappin’? well that’s good for him”
“but who does he f-ck with? and what’s his career?”
“what school did he go to? and tell me what year”
“and why did he chose to go color his hair?”
that’s none of your business b-tch, why do you care?
the way that i’m being portrayed is not fair
but when i put my hands on that f-ckin’ bag
i know the f-ck n-ggas that ain’t gone be mad
my only rule is like, never look sad
treat this rap sh-t like i’m having a blast! (like i’m having a blast) (yuh)
(on gang, on gang)
cheu
[chorus]
yeah i got my glock on my hip, since he movin his lips
he run up then i’m stretchin’ a b-tch
see he made a diss, so whenever that n-gga die
i’m treatin’ em’ like a catp-ss
she say she won’t f-ck but i feel like i know she will
spin on that boy block like a ferris wheel
see that n-gga cappin. cuz he never did a drill
and i cannot wait for the day that i touch a mil

[outro]
cuz’ i never run out of ammo
on gang, on gang

- fatboy biggz

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