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letra de michigan - fly boy gang

[intro: fbg dutchie]
lil riico on the beat
i took this type sh-t from duck, too
by the way, i had to put that out there, yeah, huh, huh
fbg sh-t, huh, huh, huh, huh, fbg, b-tch
ooh, skrrt, i just pulled off with your b-tch again (skrrt)
with your b-tch again, wit’ yo’ b-tch, wit’ yo’ b-tch, with your b-tch again

[chorus: fbg dutchie & fbg duck]
ooh, skrrt, i just pulled off with your b-tch again (with your b-tch again, wit’ yo’ b-tch, wit’ yo’ b-tch)
ooh, huh, n-ggas gettin’ mad, so they dissin’ and (ah, they dissin’ them?)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we takin’ their hoes and they missin’ ‘nem (and we takin’ their b-tches and hoes and their wives today)
ooh, huh, took the lil’ ho shoppin’ on michigan (took her right out)
ooh, ooh, pull up, foreign drivin’ the lake, yeah, that’s michigan (ooh, fbg sh-t)
ooh, pull up, valet all on my d-ck and i’m tippin’ them (ayy, watch this, fbg, b-tch, ooh)
ayy, ooh, ooh, i just pulled off with your b-tch and ‘dem (ooh)
sippin’ on drank and i’m sippin’ it (lean, ooh), ride down the drive and it’s michigan (skrrt)
[verse 1: fbg duck & fbg cash]
i got your b-tch in a benz, you n-ggas trippin’ again? (oh, lord)
i was tryna leave the lean alone, but cho got me sippin’ again (ugh)
i was with the “put the guns down,” but they got me grippin’ again (brrt)
i was tryna leave my ex-b-tch alone, but i had to hit it again (godd-mn, godd-mn, godd-mn)
hech! hold on, let me catch my breath ’cause you know i’m fat as h-ll (hahahaha)
but them bullets inside of the f&n fat as well (bah)
pull off with a n-gga b-tch, now he lookin’ stale, i know you ain’t doin’ well (ayy, ayy)
and n-gga, you a scrub, she left you for a thug as far as i can tell (ayy, ayy, money)

[verse 2: fbg cash]
your boyfriend, he broke as b-tch (he broke)
askin’ on me for a l!ck (cash)
he see the ice on my wrist (bling)
thinkin’ it’s sweet, but it ain’t (it ain’t)
i’m laughin’ straight to the bank (hahaha)
st. lawrence ain’t sweet (nah)
come through, you gon’ need a tank, what the f-ck was you thinkin’? (brrt)
some of us got fns and the rest of us got glizzies (glizzies)
and you can get hit with the mac (the mac)
or you can get hit with the chopper (that chopper)
but if you get hit with this ak, i promise you won’t need a doctor (baow)
or you can get hit with this smithy (smithy)
or you can get hit with this ruger (baow)
free my boy shoota wooski (wooski)
i swear he a h-ll of a shooter (let’s get it)
[chorus: fbg dutchie & fbg cash]
ooh, skrrt, i just pulled off with your b-tch again (with your b-tch again, wit’ yo’ b-tch, wit’ yo’ b-tch)
(ayy)
ooh, huh, n-ggas gettin’ mad, so they dissin’ and (ah, they dissin’ them?)
(they mad!)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we takin’ their hoes and they missin’ ‘nem (and we takin’ their b-tches and hoes and their wives today)
ooh, huh, took the lil’ ho shoppin’ on michigan (took her right out)
ooh, ooh, pull up, foreign drivin’ the lake, yeah, that’s michigan (that foreign)
ooh, pull up, valet all on my d-ck and i’m tippin’ them (what up? what up, though, my boy?)
ayy, ooh, ooh, i just pulled off with your b-tch and ‘dem (skrrt)
sippin’ on drank and i’m sippin’ it (lean), ride down the drive and it’s michigan (skrrt)

[verse 3: fbg dutchie & fbg young]
ooh-wee-ee, i’m clouted, i made your ho mouth meat
on lake shore drive, 7 series s drivin’, no, it’s not a audi
just spent your rent on poles and gave one of those to every n-gga around me
i got clout, lil’ money, you can clown me
and i’m sippin’ lean, they tryna down me
uh, splash, jab, dab, woah all on your b-tch
uh, uh, spent your lil’ mortgage (my what?)
uh, what you do? put it all on my wrist (blaow-blaow, blaow-bling)
uh, woo, woo, pull up, me and young all in that foreign (skrrt)
uh, and i do not know where i’m goin’ (yeah, huh)
and we been trappin’ it up, we not tourin’, ayy (ayy)

[verse 4: fbg young]
clumsy n-gga, spent them bands on my kicks
i’m sippin’ act’ again, my mama gon’ have a fit
it’s my life and i’m gon’ live it like pimp (like pimp, pimp c)
where my surfboard? ’cause i just caught the drip
and your jeweler served you clouded diamonds (uh-huh)
boy, your ass a vic’ (goofy-ass n-gga)
my b-tch talkin’ ’bout rent (huh?)
i’m tryna buy a brick, yeah (get back)
these n-ggas lames, they some cloners, yeah (cloners)
take your lil’ b-tch, she a loner, yeah (a loner)
matter fact, that ho a goner (she goin’)
b-tch, i’m young, pockets glow on ’em, yeah (huh?)
[chorus: fbg dutchie]
ooh, skrrt, i just pulled off with your b-tch again (with your b-tch again, wit’ yo’ b-tch, wit’ yo’ b-tch)
ooh, huh, n-ggas gettin’ mad, so they dissin’ and (ah, they dissin’ them?)
ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, we takin’ their hoes and they missin’ ‘nem (and we takin’ their b-tches and hoes and their wives today)
ooh, huh, took the lil’ ho shoppin’ on michigan (took her right out)
ooh, ooh, pull up, foreign drivin’ the lake, yeah, that’s michigan (that foreign)
ooh, pull up, valet all on my d-ck and i’m tippin’ them (what up? what up, though, my boy?)
ayy, ooh, ooh, i just pulled off with your b-tch and ‘dem (skrrt)
sippin’ on drank and i’m sippin’ it (lean), ride down the drive and it’s michigan (skrrt)

[outro: fbg dutchie]
huh

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