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letra de too many losses - fg famous

[chorus: fg famous]
too many losses, can’t help but to win
n-ggas said they gon’ k!ll me, heard that through the wind
soon as i catch ’em, we gon’ do ’em in
hit him all in the waist, all way up to his chin
i roll with some steppers who ready to spin
just bought a beretta and a new f&n
attached to the d-ck for you and your friends
when i shoot i don’t miss, ain’t no spinnin’ again
might freak a lil’ b-tch and it’s on to her friend
p-ss her down to the clique, i won’t f-ck her again
you know i’m the sh-t, when i drop, my sh-t trend
told ’em get off my d-ck, hit a million again
i stay on my sh-t ’cause they pray i don’t win
want me broke as a b-tch or locked up doin’ ten
own blood that switched, can’t even do kin
you my brother, i love you, you more than a friend

[verse 1: fg famous]
hold on, let me flex
i had to run up a check
you know i went flooded my neck
got them b-tches upset
just look at my sh-t, ain’t they wet
no si’s, all vvs
i’ma die for respect
reach for my chain, that’s a bet
you better have more than a vest
when i aim for the chest
i’m nuttin’ off ten, nothin’ less
i’m tryna straight put you to rest

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
i only got brothers, don’t f-ck with no friends
real life story, you n-ggas pretend
every day i wish my problems could end
i’m chasin’ that sack, i done ran out of wind
free all my n-ggas who locked in the pen
rough day at four, still got ’bout ten
never gon’ fold, i won’t break, i might bend
young n-gga sh-t, i stay settin’ them trends
said i couldn’t do it, i did it again
they smiled in my face, get the f-ck with that grin
sh-t f-cked up, can’t trust your own kin
stealin’ from me, wanna cut off they hand
hundred round drum on the k when we spin
aim for his face, tryna burn up his skin
b-tch, i was careful, don’t say that you sinned
so b-tch when we catch you we gon’ do you in
growin’ up thuggin’, just me and my mans
seen an old head hit dope through a can
now i’m the hottest, they thought i was playin’
step on the scene and my jeans full of bands
f-ck with the youngan, you drop where you stand
boy we gon’ fire your b-tch -ss like a pam
we tried to get at old boy but he ran
b-tch we might pull up, hop out of the van

- fg famous

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