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letra de the real - fmb dz

[intro]
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[verse 1: fmb dz]
my hand on the wheel, my feet on the gas
f-ck breaks, i had to watch for snakes
i had to cut my gr-ss
my momma on my -ss, she see all this cash
f-ck my ex b-tch, i left her in the past
last night i hit a b-tch with a fat -ss
and i ain’t even give no cheese to her rat -ss
you want some loud, how that smoke
he got that good gas
b-tch i’m good in every hood, i don’t need no p-ss
put a rubber band on yo broke -ss
send some shots at yo mans when i ride p-ss
you know n-gg-s know the game, they know how we rocking
pull up to a n-gg- block with them top shottas
they ain’t know we gone hope out with them twin choppas
n-gg- ain’t n-body running, boy somebody dropping
and if i’m talking on the phone you know a n-gg- coping
and if i got them bands on me, b-tch you know i’m shopping

[verse: p rock]
i came a long way, i was dead broke
i had a long talk with b, then i hit the road
i got b-tches that gon f-ck when i say so
i got n-gg-s that’s gone k!ll when i say go
all they do is play with handguns and dracos
drop a four and drop a eight in a faygo
i had a bad kinky b-tch that like to play roles
she f-ck me good, i kick her out
she can’t say long
don’t show no love in these streets, that’s what they pray on
i’m bout to save the rap game, i threw my cape on
yesterday i f-cked my b-tch with my bape on
put my ice on my neck, got my skate on

[verse 2: fmb dz]
they locked the game up, i do it for my guys
all these rap n-gg-s out here telling lies
we ain’t the same n-gg-, stay in your lane n-gg-
you can’t hang with us, you ain’t gang n-gg-
i done ran up a check on these lame n-gg-s
you was broke a year ago, you still the same n-gg-
do it for the cheese, f-ck the fame n-gg-
when them cameras go off, i’m still the same n-gg-
i got a hunnid rounds, i don’t aim n-gg-
if you look me in my eyes, you see the pain n-gg-
i’m on a 2 story, that b-tch where i chill at
all that friendly -ss sh-t you can k!ll that
you heard the intro lil n-gg-, ain’t no get backs
knock a quarter pound off you with this big mac
i ain’t got my .45, i got my draco
turn around gang b-tch, we don’t play roles

- fmb dz

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