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letra de studio smokin and fuckin - fbg young & fbg duck

[intro: fbg duck]
money gang
uh-huh, fly boy gang, okay, let’s get it
hahaha, let’s go

[chorus: fbg duck]
shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (go wild)
chillin’ in the studio smokin’ on loud (on loud)
call the weed man, told him bring me a pound (a pound)
i’m just tryna get higher than a f-ckin’ cloud (eh-heh)
shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (go wild)
chillin’ in the studio smokin’ on loud (on loud)
call the weed man, told him bring me a pound (a pound, l’s)
i’m just tryna get higher than a f-ckin’ cloud
[verse 1: fbg duck]
fly boy gang (yes), i be on that swag sh-t (i do)
pockets on swole like they just got their ass kicked
i met this lil’ bad chick, it’s somethin’ that i see in her (i see in her)
i think she f-ckin’ with me now, wait ’til i put this d in her (okay)
i’m chillin’ in the studio (huh?) smokin’ on loud (loud)
and lil’ mama turnin’ me on, so i’m tryna take her down
i’m just tryna see what’s up, she look like she wanna f-ck
i’ma f-ck her ’til she cum, got her suckin’ on her tongue
but i hate when you all in my ear about a b-tch
you ain’t even gotta trip, girl, you know that you the sh-t
come and holler at your boy, call me when you bored
beat it up, leave it sore, got her fiendin’ for more (uh-huh)
you should dump that other n-gga, he a geek and he weak
can’t you tell that he lame? you should come f-ck with a g (63rd)
baby, we can have fun, go deep, make her run
fire at it like a gun (l’s), now she sayin’ i’m the one, l’s

[chorus: fbg duck & reese g]
shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (go wild)
chillin’ in the studio smokin’ on loud (on loud)
call the weed man, told him bring me a pound (a pound)
i’m just tryna get higher than a f-ckin’ cloud (eh-heh)
shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (go wild)
chillin’ in the studio smokin’ on loud (on loud)
call the weed man, told him bring me a pound (pound) (okay)
i’m just tryna get higher than a f-ckin’ cloud
[verse 2: reese g]
sittin’ high in this booth, i swear it’s planet mars
kushy after kushy, got me spittin’ all type of bars
money gang, fbg, we the future and the stars
on another note, we keep the heat like kin to lucifer
so watch your mouth and keep your chrome, i go hard when p-ssy roam
beat it up and send it home, repercussions in my zone
kushy p your styrofoam, tell your b-tches bring it on
love to party, love to bone, throwin’ money, take her home
yeah, sh-t, they know the deal, this sh-t don’t stop like rollin’ wheels
a pound of kush, a pack of pills, a pen and paper, .40 ‘nem
we can’t forget i love to drill, titanium, i keep that steel
this not for play, this sh-t for real, don’t be no dummies, k!llers here
this is the zoo, gorillas here, but in the booth, the chickens there
they suck and f-ck and swallow nut, the love the kid and that boy duck
they got a whole [?] coming by the [?]
it don’t even matter, b-tches hollerin’ out [?]

[chorus: fbg duck & fbg young]
shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (go wild)
chillin’ in the studio smokin’ on loud (on loud)
call the weed man, told him bring me a pound (a pound)
i’m just tryna get higher than a f-ckin’ cloud (eh-heh)
shorty got a fat ass, made me go wild (go wild) (fbg young)
chillin’ in the studio smokin’ on loud (on loud)
call the weed man, told him bring me a pound (pound) (yeah)
i’m just tryna get higher than a f-ckin’ cloud
[verse 3: fbg young]
[?] hi, baby, i’m young (what’s up?), how you doing? what’s your name?
you should call a couple friends, y’all should come cool with the gang
couple bottles (yeah), couple loud (l’s), couple pills, bite down (leggo)
now fbg and mg got her bustin’ like, wow (whoa)
see, my pockets on them double digits, gettin’ brain by couple b-tches
lot of n-ggas fake, but i’m nothin’ like them other n-ggas (i’m not)
i’m ’bout that dough, so i’m with that ’bout money n-gga (cut that bag)
fbg and money gang, f-ck them other n-ggas

- fbg young fbg duck

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