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letra de flintroit - fwc big key

[intro: fwc big key]
(big dreamwork productions)
cash gang key
what up, rio?

[verse 1: fwc big key]
you can die tonight
doin’ all this punchin’, i ain’t tryna fight (i ain’t tryna box, n-gga)
b-tch told me i’m bougie, i think she kinda right (you right)
black buffs, black ‘cat, this that wakanda life (black panther)
b-tch was tryna eat my neck, this ain’t that kind of ice
i came home from jail with sixty thousand and a mission (up)
you came home from jail with fifty dollars in your feelings (broke as h-ll)
should have a soap opera, ’cause you n-ggas all my children (get it?)
can wake up and f-ck on three hoes like it’s christmas (ho-ho-ho, n-gga)
i don’t got friends, that’s why i don’t rock the vlone
opps dead, ‘bows liftin’ weights, the weed strong (n-gga)
y’all not mans, went to do a drill and he told (snitch)
hotheads, point a n-gga out, then he gone (n-gga)
who run the d? y’all boys done found out
see an opp, i won’t need that n-gga nick to wild out, n-gga
i just put a n-gga b-tch in timeout
don’t get your nose wiped tryna think you slimеd out, n-gga

[verse 2: rio da yung og]
all onions in the spot, we don’t sell a dimе out it
today a light day, i only brought a dime out
old k in the corner, man, that b-tch in timeout
you think this b-tch don’t work, n-gga, come and find out
we the reason all the funeral homes booked up
y’all the reason n-ggas in the county makin’ cook-ups
i just stepped on a brick, it f-cked my foot up
just made twenty, blowin’ ten, the other ten gettin’ put up
i’ll drop a b-tch with this four-five with no remorse
i run flint, and, b-tch, i’m good in ecorse
chopper yellin’ loud, in a minute, it’s gon’ be ho-rs-
just poke your eyes out, ’cause you try us, that sh-t gon’ be worse
let’s go to war, it’s a fifty on this chop
headshots, i’ll make a n-gga diddy when i bop
try to name another n-gga in my city that’s this hot
shootin’ a five-seven, bullets move like hemis when i pop
[verse 3: fwc big key]
can’t’ find you, then i’ma take it to your people
chunky-ass glock, i can’t tuck it, this b-tch diesel
thirty-somethin’ hollows, but you hip, this b-tch see-through
madman, i’ll drop a n-gga like it’s po

[verse 4: rio da yung og]
oh, you dropped another chain? it’s gettin’ repo’d
give me that, air his head out, he need some fix-a-flat
ar got a kit and extra sh-t, it look like midget mac
i’m tryna hook this baby up, i need some similac

[outro: rio da yung og]
what up, key, n-gga?
ghetto boyz sh-t, n-gga, cash gang sh-t
flint town to the d, n-gga, you know what’s goin’ on

- fwc big key

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