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letra de famous hoes - fattmack

[intro]
yeah
yeah
yeah
fatt, fatt

[chorus]
i don’t really f-ck with no famous hoes ’cause the famous hoes be the lamest hoes
i’m with the same bros at the same los, still go and post up and the same store
f-ck n-gga know where we at, if you blow, we shoot back, i be waitin’ on these n-ggas to say that it’s smoke
i come put this belt on your ass and the switchy attached to the drac’ in a louis v raincoat
n-gga, i love these bands and b-tches that do what i say so and dracos
you never ask me for sh-t, so i give you way more than a fake ho that stay holdin’ hеr hand out
shoot back to my old town, i don’t want you around, n-gga, you know you fanned out
n-gga, you know i only let gang ’round and you only know me on thе ‘gram now

[verse]
got a family to feed, i can’t let ’em down
can’t let not one of these n-ggas take me out
if they missin’, we spin, we come back around
if they hit you and k!ll you, i’ll pay ’em out
it was just the other days i done made like an eighty-ball
i got bills to be paid, i can’t play at all
b-tch, you lied to my face, that ain’t fair at all
when i cried in your face, you ain’t care at all
who the f-ck pick me up when i’m feelin’ down?
if i ever up gen, sh-lls hittin’ the ground
f-ck the opps, swear to god we gon’ k!ll ’em all
sittin’ back, smokin’ a blunt with my sister la
probably talkin’ ’bout my fine-ass baby mama
she the only one know how to p-ss me off
i get high, turn my mind and my feelings off
i’m gon’ stay on this grind ’til i f-ckin’ die
i’m gon’ shine like the sky ’til i f-ckin’ die
swear to god i’ll be high ’til i f-ckin’ die
i hope you know that you mine ’til we f-ckin’ die
b-tch, i really love you to death, you can say i’m obsessed
i ain’t tryna do nothin’ without you
i’ma starve if i gotta eat lunch without you
i’m not drivin’ if i gotta ride without you
hide your face so n0body know nothin’ about you
[chorus]
i don’t really f-ck with no famous hoes ’cause the famous hoes be the lamest hoes
i’m with the same bros at the same los, still go and post up and the same store
f-ck n-gga know where we at, if you blow, we shoot back, i be waitin’ on these n-ggas to say that it’s smoke
i come put this belt on your ass and the switchy attached to the drac’ in a louis v raincoat
n-gga, i love these bands and b-tches that do what i say so and dracos
you never ask me for sh-t, so i give you way more than a fake ho that stay holdin’ her hand out
when i shoot back to my old town, i don’t want you around, n-gga, you know you fanned out
n-gga, you know i only let gang ’round and you only know me on the ‘gram now

- fattmack

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