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letra de yea - fmb dz

[intro]
hmm
hmm
hmm, act like

[verse 1]
f-ck these rap n-ggas, i ain’t feelin’ ’em
dissin’ the subliminals, you catch ’em out, we k!llin’ ’em
i pay all the criminals, you know i’m a general
please don’t start no sh-t with me ’cause you know i’m gon’ finish you
i pull up on demon time, never leave my kin side
that four nickel on me at ruth chris, you know i eat with mine
my rasta tellin’ me to calm down ’cause i’m an evil mind
make them n-ggas pipe down, we’d pull up right now
walk in louis, get whatever i like, don’t check the tag on it
that n-gga done threw away his life ’cause he a crash dummy
me and brodie ridin’ in somethin’ fast, hit the gas on it
you can tell by the way i live, i get fast money
get a bag, bust it with my b-tch, she get half of it
lord forbid somethin’ happen to me, she’d have somethin’
a couple box trucks, couple cribs, keep the cash comin’
i almost cried when i looked at my safe and i ain’t stashed nothin’
you ever had that feeling, n-gga? you wanna k!ll a n-gga
put your monkey suit on and your mask and go get a n-gga
told bro to meet me at the spot, i’m plugged up in the rap
i just got a rental for the b-tch, i’m ’bout to send her up
when she make it back with that yea, i’ma bend her up
i just pulled up on her for some head and ended up in her guts
see i got a good girl at the crib but i’m in love with sl-ts
she don’t wanna f-ck with whoop no more ’cause i keep f-ckin’ up
yeah, i don’t wanna play the coupes no more, i’d rather drive the trucks
every time my phone ring, that’s a couple thousand bucks
gotta have a strong hustle in ’cause we don’t believe in luck
catch a n-gga drunk leavin’ the club and we’ll flip his truck
n-gga, it’s a don dada, i pull up with five choppers
let a n-gga play with us and now he goin’ on crime stoppers
i be in the mix with the pits, ain’t no rottweilers
got my mans comin’ for this sh-t, he payin’ top dollar

- fmb dz

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