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letra de 800 away (remix) - fatt macc

[intro: fattmacc]
yeah
mm, mm, mm
mm

[verse 1: fattmacc]
i ain’t trippin’ on no b-tch, they be tender ’bout these hoes
every day a different whip ’cause i know these n-ggas tellin’
17 up on my hip, shoot that b-tch like jj red-ck
all i smoke is rapper weed, i want two hundred or seven
he say all his bags off, i steal lil’ shorty ’cause i’m petty
know this lil’ b-tch fanned off, she wanna f-ck me with my necklace
i got all my chains on, give a f-ck ’bout where we at
leave your p-ssy at the house, b-tch, just pull up with your neck

[chorus: fattmacc]
i been plottin’ up on a mill’ and i’m like eight hundred away
i like f-ckin’ bad b-tches, i ain’t never wore no cape
i can’t never save no ho, all i’m savin’ is my profit
i was trappin’ since fourteen, now i got all my teachers shoppin’
got my city on my back, ain’t no way i’m goin’ broke
i don’t gotta make a hit, i know how to swing the door
i got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the goat
on the south, i made a k!llin’, i brought cattle to woodland road
[verse 2: big homiie g]
woah, you only k!llin’ in your song, knowin’ d-mn well you ain’t gon’ blow
if you really smoke with me, why you ain’t pull up at my show? (huh?)
yeah, i’m up a whole m, still’ll sell your ass a loaf
and we got rapper weed, for sure, thirty-five hundred a ‘bow
you can take the drive for it (skrrt) or we can have ’em at your door
don’t come playin’ with that paper, you don’t wanna get shot ’cause you old (baow)
you don’t wanna get shot ’cause you know this sh-t go down on my block (hey)
we ain’t sellin’ nothin’ but hoes, this a pound spot (this a pound spot)

- fatt macc

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