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letra de bitch - fbg young

[intro: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
b-tch, uh-yeah
hoo, grah
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[chorus: fbg young]
b-tch, i just bought a new chopper
this b-tch fold up proper
this b-tch hot as lava
my neck on alaska, you got money problems
spend band on my gear, i been swagged since youngin’
i designer my [?]
if i get scared, i let the glock holler
i’m like mr. krab, i need every dollar, b-tch
b-tch, i just bought a new chopper
this b-tch fold up proper
this b-tch hot as lava
my neck on alaska, you got money problems
spend band on my gear, i been swagged since youngin’
i designer my [?]
if i get scared, i let the glock holler
i’m like mr. krab, i need every dollar, b-tch
[verse 1: fbg dutchie]
this watch is anemic
the glock, i didn’t leave it
i up it, i show it, i blow it, i squeeze it
it’ll leave your ass leakin’
it’ll leave your ass reekin’, huh, b-tch
i just [?]
same color lasagna
eatin’ steak and the lobsters
with gangsters and mobsters
they’ll k!ll your whole roster
they’ll smoke you like rastas
aks, sks, hk
k!ll a n-gga with them three ‘ks
get to shootin’ like it’s 2k
double back, that’s a replay
them hollows, they eatin’ ya
soon as they greetin’ ya
pull up on him, let it ring like they meetin’ ya
[?] fat like it’s [?]
i guess the n-gga came late
’cause we leavin’ him
hoo, b-tch

[chorus: fbg young]
b-tch, i just bought a new chopper
this b-tch fold up proper
this b-tch hot as lava
my neck on alaska, you got money problems
spend band on my gear, i been swagged since youngin’
i designer my [?]
if i get scared, i let the glock holler
i’m like mr. krab, i need every dollar, b-tch
b-tch, i just bought a new chopper
this b-tch fold up proper
this b-tch hot as lava
my neck on alaska, you got money problems
spend band on my gear, i been swagged since youngin’
i designer my [?]
if i get scared, i let the glock holler
i’m like mr. krab, i need every dollar, b-tch
[verse 2: fbg young]
ayy, ooh
that glock like my booty
that b-tch be my kinfolk
that b-tch hold a camera
i shoot ’til december
ooh, huh
i just want my wrist cold like winter
i need some, do ’em like, “where is my [?]?”
i’m bougie like b-tches, they take me to dinner
got bodies on bodies, i’m shootin’ like comets
i [?] with guns, i’m bangin’ like compton
i come through, i’m scorin’, they think i’m [?]
i’m eatin’ off birds, they thinkin’ i’m [?]
huh, ayy
pull up foreign, the draco with me
ain’t talkin’ ’bout soulja, this b-tch is so real
it hit you nine times like 50, b-tch

- fbg young

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