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letra de stupid man - fbg young

[intro]
brrt, yeah, uh-uh-uh (hootie hoo)
yeah, yeah, brrt (dxnte, you snapped on this one)
yeah, okay, gang
d-mn, goaty
go, go, go, go, go

[verse 1]
i put a brick of ten milli’, this b-tch sound like thunder, you hear it?
need my cheese the ocky way, trap don’t close through the den like a deli, uh
walk in that bodega, billy bottega what i’m starin’
twenty large for my appearance, only racks you know is the clearance
call my bluff, it’s a hundred shots plus for any n-gga pass interference
n-ggas run their mouth, better bump their guns or have some funds to bury ’em
two hundred k, i blew that sh-t in a mouth, i’m blew i [?]
only backdoor i know is at my shows, i walk through with my glock, uh
12 know these b-tches ain’t no props, you know how many n-ggas we dropped?
bet’ n0body play with me and this drac’ [?]
i’m southbound with an arp, this b-tch shoot a movie like amc
i’ll quit every b-tch i got before i leave my heat
fresh as h-ll, i blew a ten off in my sleep
diamonds shinin’, b-tches linin’ [?] jeep
i’m in woodlawn with them k!llers, we the bad guys, we the villains
bang with us, f-ck them n-ggas, get caught in the field [?]
masks, gloves, guns, and k!llers; that’s all that’s in my vehicle
why act like these n-ggas ain’t going to funerals, they delirious
she get to pullin’ on my vs, you run up a check, i’m clearin’ it
i need airsp-ce for my line, i’m higher than new york [?]
don’t be a dummy and die on a hit, on fo’nem, this sh-t serious
pop out, blowin’ a stick, this b-tch sound like a concert, where is the lyrics?
all these n-ggas they hate me, i guess, these n-ggas want me, go cry ’bout it
beep-beep, pull up, big ol’ [?], blow through the tint, now i ain’t hidin’
i’m high off this earth, this b-tch ass soft as [?]
if i’m in the club [?]
stupid man, never showed my hand, i pop it word-for-word
i can be way out in the hills and have a n-gga layed out on the curb
[interlude]
hmm, heh

[verse 2]
they don’t like me, i don’t like ’em either, i don’t wanna link with n-ggas
before i take the stand all on my mans, i’ll be stuck in the system
i heard he made it, but two of ’em died, the car had crashed
bullet holes through the front and the side
[?] know we tried to k!ll him
i was f-cked up for a lil’ minute, but way i came up, it was the quickest
[?] all in my coupe, i’m high off the jiggas

- fbg young

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