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letra de coweta county - fatt macc

[intro]
poor-ass n-gga
(oh my gosh, dallas)
(you’re tellin’ me you built a time machine?)

[chorus]
went and got a plug and that sh-t changed my life forever (on god)
hit the road with him, hundred ‘bows through coweta (woo)
both my b-tches bad, ass fat, they f-ck each other (on god)
i had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special (yeah)

[verse]
my plug still hit me with them bricks, he call me deebo (on god)
take an l to the chin, but i can’t go to zero (f-ck it)
whole lot of cheese on me, you can call me cheeto (yeah)
fatt macc, big dog, i’m way bigger than nino
[?][0:35] f-ck it, probably with the casamigos (haha)
i was ten years old gettin’ my d-ck sucked at thе gazebo (on god)
i fell in love with trappin’, shawty fеll in love with pots (i’m jumpin’)
i’m a real geek ’cause i drop xanax in my wock’ (woo)
just walked through tsa and i got perkys in my socks
they tryna see what’s pokin’, it’s this fifty on this glock (on god)
i ain’t gotta slide on you, all i do is press a b-tton (woo)
just as quick a n-gga make me mad, i have them youngins bustin’
i just hope no n-gga make me mad, he got turned to a bag (don’t do that)
pockets swole as h-ll, in neiman marcus, i just left from saks (d-mn)
n-gga ever talk ’bout wrappin’ fatt, that’s his stupid ass (yeah)
spent a thousand dollars on shoes, i still ain’t got no swag (on god)
i still ain’t got a plug yet ’cause i be runnin’ off (be runnin’ off)
ain’t no love for a b-tch, i cut my feelings off
i’m in the hood ridin’ foreign with a fifty ball (yeah)
twenty-five thousand comin’, get these bricks up off me
i pass all my n-ggas plays like an alley-oop (an alley-oop)
you know i fell in love with j’s, not no pair of shoes (woo)
i’m known for interceptin’ sh-t, just know fatt macc’ll moss you
we known for walkin’ down on sh-t, we don’t shoot up at houses
i got a trap across the street, got the line to the road (on god)
i be in and out the city, never know when i be home
i be switchin’ up my spots, i be throwin’ away my phone (i’m jumpin’)
i ain’t gotta spray too much, i spent a rack on my cologne
n-gga keep on callin’ me when he know it’s on the floor
that boy just keep on postin’ weed, that n-gga traphouse must be slow
i been f-ckin’ with that ‘za, ain’t no money in them lows
i got thirty on my neck, we got thirties in them shows
i got power in these streets, i don’t think them n-ggas know (on god)
i ain’t gotta spend no money, say a word to get him gone
flew that ho to mia, she said she want papi steak
tryna give that ho the world, i’ma give that ho a wraith (on god)
[chorus]
i went and got a plug and that sh-t changed my life forever (on god)
hit the road with him, hundred ‘bows through coweta (woo)
both my b-tches bad, ass fat, they f-ck each other (on god)
i had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special (yeah)

[outro]
i had to cut her off, she run her mouth, she think she special

- fatt macc

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