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letra de dz flow - fmb dz

[intro]
hmm (getta beats)
the whoop way, n-gga
the whoop family
yeah, huh

[verse]
n-gga, i just walked in louis wearin’ radric davis
and i got ’bout four, five different strands, i got a lot of flavors
got a lot of hoes, lot of haters, this come with territory
i got a lot of guns, a lot of opps, but that’s another story
i wanna call my dawg, but he switched, man, i feel like rory
i just came across a bad b-tch and her name was lori
my homeboy fightin’ a bad b-tch, we need to get a lawyer
i’ll pull up and whack sh-t with this sig sauer
bullsh-t happen, but we still trappin’
yeah, i’m still rappin’, p-ssy n-gga, i’m still happen
and i’m still active, you know we still slide
we ain’t lettin’ sh-t slide, them lil’ n-ggas still dyin’
live from the westside, the eastsidе too
they know it’s a homicide whenеver we slide through
i told getta load this motherf-cker up, it’s time to eat
i told trap load that motherf-cker up, they wanna beef
mmm, that n-gga down the street
we gon’ pull up on him broad day and knock him off his feet
we don’t give a f-ck who he with or who he kin to
i want every n-gga he hang around, we k!llin’ friends too
you ain’t never seent a n-gga turn a half a brick to two
i know n-ggas gettin’ rich off that— this sh-t crazy
less than six months f-ckin’ with my baby, ran up eighty
i ain’t buyin’ sh-t, i’m puttin’ it all up, b-tch, i’m savin’
bad b-tches wanna suck my pole when i’m on the road
got a hundred thousand in the bag and i’m draped in gold
ghazi got me makin’ all this money, never sold my soul
n-ggas know they ever play with me, we lettin’ them hammers blow
b-tch booty lookin’ like a pizza, it’s my atlanta ho
baby daddy broke and super weak, ain’t wanna let her go
d-mn, ain’t wanna let her breathe
n-gga put the cuffs on that p-ssy, ain’t wanna let her leave
got another b-tch in miami, she from overseas
ass fat, titties real big, i pass her to skeeze
got a white b-tch from the v, i passed her to b
yesterday, i ran into the plug, he passed me a key
smoke dropped a dub on his bus, he could’ve bought a watch
when they play my song in the club, it make the b-tches bop
walked in wearin’ all gucci, snakes on my socks
big bully ridin’ with big fullys, flyin’ up the rock

- fmb dz

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