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letra de dm - fattmack

[intro]
ayy, yeah
fatt, fatt (yeah, yeah)
fatt, yeah
ayy, yeah

[verse]
baby, tell me how you feel, is you loving me for real?
staying high, i’m keeping fire to stay alive, im coming trim
drop a thirty on my grill, i spent twenty ‘k on pills
i wake up and spend a ten, for bro to go spin and k!ll
if you broke you can’t get in, i spend like two racks for every rim
she be lurking on my page, i hit ya b-tch up in the dm
after you had did me dirty, i couldn’t fall in love again
bro don’t like that i’m on drugs, i’m d-mn near falling with ken
pop a addy, sip the gen
for my family, i’m gon’ k!ll
in a stolo, fresh ass h-ll, just in case police take me in
put a baddie up in skims, i’m like kanye, she my kim
i’m gon’ make sure, he don’t live she day i see him
i got opps sitting in jail, i pray to god, them people free ‘em
i get jammed, i’m making bail
they broke ass h-ll, and i couldn’t be ‘em
they trolling on the net, but turn they necks, the day we see ‘em (yeah)
yeah, i put it on my mama, nun of my opps could show me twenty racks (on, god)
posting pictures with ya homie, if i give him that pistol, b-tch, i’m really that
this a brand new vet, the engine in the back
n-ggas tellin’ b-tches “they don’t f-ck with me”, that’s cause they can’t
i don’t never see them n-ggas, on they block or at the bank
smokin’ wam, i’m sippin’ drink
i ain’t never chase the paint
i was just 15, i had my fire busting up my rank
any p-ssy n-gga ever play, get sacrificed to gang
b-tch, i run around in a dually with my shooter takin’ both the lanes (yeah)

- fattmack

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