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letra de omm - joey fatts

[intro: joey fatts]
these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i’m in double s, he in double g, uh
ayy, ayy—
ayy
huh
ayy

[chorus: joey fatts]
on my mama, these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i’m in double s, he in double g, uh
ayy, that fire in my dungarees, ayy, uh
knock a n-gga off his feet
on my mama, forever gon’ gang with my locs, uh
this 90 sh-t is all i know
ayy, rest in peace to the bros
if it’s up, n-gga, we gon’ go

[verse 1: joey fatts]
ayy, you want smoke, then it’s on the floor
ayy, on 90 crip, slim gon’ go
ayy, on 90 crip, fade gon’ blow
ayy, on 90 crip, monk’ll go
got all my chains on, bad b-tches love me like faison
sb dunks, no js on, tryna find a bad b-tch and lay on
worried ’bout my d-ck, put a face on it
opps been taggin’ they hood, so i went hit it up and put a k on it
catch ya all-black in the hood, had monk walk down, put his k on ’em
i’m so cherryside, i’m so poppyside
b-tch, i’m all the sides, i’m with all the guys
have your mom horrified, lеave a n-gga mortified, n-gga
on my mama bad b-tches smilе when they see me
don’t know if it’s my style or the vvs
these f color, no cz
and, baby, i’m sh-ttin’ on your bd
your last n-gga shoppin’ at didi’s
lame little n-gga tryna be me
sippin’ color purple when you see me
don’t watch me, watch tv
[chorus: joey fatts]
on my mama, these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i’m in double s, he in double g, uh
ayy, that fire in my dungarees, ayy, uh
knock a n-gga off his feet
on my mama, forever gon’ gang with my locs
uh, this nineties sh-t is all i know
ayy, rest in peace to the bros
if it’s up, n-gga, we gon’ go

[verse 2: dave east]
if it’s up, n-gga, now we gon’ go
that b-tch gotta go (go)
she on her phone recordin’, the f-ck is you doin’? (f-ck is you doin’?)
i’m famous, it’s hard to be known
on my mom, out this mud i just ran up hundred pack
i k!lled shorty then my man hit it
i’m good, baby, i don’t want it back (i’m good)
i be movin’ forward, i don’t double back (never)
i’m in a drop filled with blunt smoke
no louis vuitton, got on cutthroat (cutthroat)
shout out to pell and my cut-throats
a crafty young n-gga, was once broke (harlem)
i hit the l!ck of a lifetime (lifetime)
my life was depressin’ like lifetime
we followed no rules or no guidelines (not one)
jump off the roof, n-gga, skydive (dive)
like listen who got first (uh)
i’m good with my plug so i always can buy work (always)
got a nine under my shirt (nine)
i’m a star in my circle, i might put on converse (chucks)
joey, my brother fly, but you know how we rockin’, my n-gga
i sit back and watch ’em copy you, n-gga
from the dirt, you know i got you, my n-gga (ftd)
all hustle, i don’t want luck, forever these thumbs up (thumbs)
outside when the sun up
sh-t might get hot, why you go put your gun up? (why?)
if they spin back, then we done up (d-mn)
we rich, but we dangerous
you not ’bout no action, it’s best not to hang with us
some scared to boogie, know i brought game with ’em
dirt gang, heart to heart, it ain’t no changin’ ’em
[chorus: joey fatts]
on my mama, these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i’m in double s, he in double g, uh
ayy, that fire in my dungarees, ayy, uh
knock a n-gga off his feet
on my mama, forever gon’ gang with my locs
uh, this nineties sh-t is all i know
ayy, rest in peace to the bros
if it’s up, n-gga, we gon’ go

[outro: joey fatts]
on my mama, these n-ggas ain’t f-ckin’ with me
i’m in double s, he in double g, uh
ayy, ayy, uh
knock a n-gga off his feet

- joey fatts

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