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letra de remedy - fattmack

[intro]
aye, aye, aye
aye, aye
(fatt), fatt
we gon’ spin
li’ marc, that my twin
fatt, aye

[verse 1]

we gon’ spin (spin)
sh-t for real, out here in these streets, if you ain’t like that don’t pretend
i get locked, i call up my momma, when we drill, i call up ken (ken)
high as f-ck, it’s hard for me too stand, but i’m still on all ten (ten)
step on sh-t like crash dacky, we done dirty the air ratchet
we done got the drop, he movin’ out, we sendin’ n-ggas packin’
tell the truth, up in the booth b-tch, you a rat, and i’m a rack, how that happened?
if i catch ‘em, i’m gon’ stretch ‘em, word to tali
i had zaza, in my front door, with the weed mask up in cali
bro was strapped up, in my first show, even though ain’t nothin’ happen
i got no opps, left
every time, a n-gga play, we step
call the guys, couldn’t get no one to ride, i’m slidin’ by myself
never mind, i’ll get lil’ bro to drive, while i shoot like stephen
smoke like, i’m a chimney, ‘fore a broken heart, the pills and weed, it been my remedy
i been in, a lot of different b-tches, my life listerien
i know i got money, but this sh-t don’t put my mind on ‘e
[verse 2]
yeah, standin’ in the rain, i could never hate the f-ckin’ playa, sh-t, i love the game
i can’t even sit, and lie like all this motion, ain’t just change me
i might switch to r&b, she call my parents, when i’m singin’, uh
yea, ridin’ around the city, armed and dangerous, i shoot first and ask her f-ckin’ questions right after i spank her
you could rock that f-ckin’ vest, but you can’t bulletproof your brain
tryna walk in johnny dang, and drop a 100 on my chain, and my t–th
you was somewhere, doing you, where i was, real as i could be
put a switch up on that, choppa, i ain’t gonna let my momma gred
b-tch, i’m a star, you know not to have no panites on, when you get in my car
she say, she a fan i let her hit the weed, i take that b-tch to mars
they wonder how i’m keepin’ it goin’
f-cked a opp b-tch ‘till the mornin’, put a muscle in my groin
we can’t bring them f-ckin’ choppas, in this b-tch then we ain’t goin’
know i’m really, from the trenches mixed, ralph lauren

- fattmack

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