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letra de trust nobody - fatt macc

[intro: fatt macc]
yeah
yeah

[verse 1: fatt macc]
i done shook back, ran up and rapped, now they see me rappin’, everybody love me
i pass them ‘bows out in the hood, they ain’t pay me back, everybody love me
i cut some n-ggas off and put the fam first, now they probably feelin’ like f-ck me
it ain’t no rules in the trap life, n-gga, i’ll put this b-tch on my cousin

[chorus: choppababy]
b-tch, you know the dos and don’ts, play with me, i whack my cousin
n-gga beatin’ up on his chest, rearranged him, left him ugly
forty thousand in my pocket, i know they smell that dog sh-t
‘fore you think ’bout snakin’ me, i’ma hit your ass with fent’
told lil dreez to grab that k, grab that fully, time to bleed him
n-gga lookin’ like a l!ck, he sweet as h-ll, ma’, can we keep him?
keep askin’ if these 30s, told the b-tch to get your ruler
all that barkin’ in my ear, b-tch, you sound just like a poodle

[verse 2: fatt macc]
don’t ask me where i’m at, you know i’m somewhere in the hood
i’m somewhere bleedin’ the block, when i’m with chop’, i know i’m good
don’t blow my high, lil’ b-tch, i’m feelin’ good, i’m on them percs
just laid her down, she wrapped her legs around, this b-tch a squirter
i’ll send these boxes to your house, baby, i’ll love your ass forever
let me trap it out and swing the door, i’ll buy you bags, whatever
make a promise you ain’t gon’ change up, i done got used to it
i ain’t never got my chain touched, try robbin’ you in the woods
i got a couple murders on my conscience, i got some n-ggas do your ass bad
she know i’m rich, now she wanna f-ck me, bust on the face, do her ass bad
you know this sh-t all about survival, you keep it real, bet your ass last
i went to cali’, paid six dollars, sold ’em for twelve, ran it up fast
i made a double up easy, i’m two million up like i’m peezy
i got this sh-t on me, excuse me, yeah, it look like i robbed me a regions
[chorus: choppababy]
b-tch, you know the dos and don’ts, play with me, i whack my cousin
n-gga beatin’ up on his chest, rearranged him, left him ugly
forty thousand in my pocket, i know they smell that dog sh-t
‘fore you think ’bout snakin’ me, i’ma hit your ass with fent’
told lil dreez to grab that k, grab that fully, time to bleed him
n-gga lookin’ like a l!ck, he sweet as h-ll, ma’, can we keep him?

- fatt macc

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