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letra de fanny pack - liltae2

[intro]
(nando)

[verse 1: liltae2 & mg sleepy]
i get on every beat, start talkin’ crazy like a maniac
auntie always keep a script of xannies, then where tammy at?
my stinc done caught a flat, i said where he at, he said on tammerack
my youngin trippin’, always keep his pistol in a f-nny pack
and if you owe some pape’, my n-gga, pay me that
was in the streets, that’s how i made a name, no n-gga gave me that
spendin’ cheese, you stupid ass lil’ n-gga, should be savin’ that
i sip from texas, said i’m on my way, she probably shaving cat (alright, i said)

[verse 2: mg sleepy & tse vic]
when i’m bustin’ down a ‘bow, i’m tryna make a rack
don’t tweak me, i’ll up this b-tch and k!ll you where you standin’ at
b-tch, i’m in the zone slappin’ on drugs and now my granny at (alright)
i done upped bl!ck, life, took a sh-t like n-gga, hand mе that
i said, b-tch, i got grams and it’s a scale inside my f-nny pack
i said i make somе turns when i had signed my deal so n-ggas runnin’ back
b-tch, i’d take you out your sh-t then [?] (alright)
i said you playin’ with the pape’, this my number, you can zelle me that (alright)
i said f-ck a switch, my n-gga locked right now, he went to jail for that
i’ll bust a n-gga with the standard clip, that’s how you tap a hat
b-tch, you wanna gamble with your life? i gotta imagine that
i said i watched a n-gga lose it all, this sh-t’ll happen fast
i said playin’ with your life, n-ggas’d take it, that’s the aftermath
i said this n-gga said he want a pile of what? i sold him half-and-half (alright)
[verse 3: tse vic]
just woke up to ten million streams like it’s time to rap
i keep a p and f-ck a n-gga b-tch and then give her back
i told my ho i lose it all today and i’d sell your ass
just bulled up in a scat with red wrap with the seats to match
my diamonds natural vvs, i don’t need no flash
i’m in the club, you reach or make a move and i’ll beat your ass, b-tch
before i thought about a chain, i had a hundred racks
just met a plug and sold a fifty pack, it’s time to double back
and i ain’t lyin’ in these raps, i speak nothin’ but facts
i up the glock and bust this b-tch quick ‘fore you throw a jab
he died sayin’ f-ck my hood, he couldn’t stand on that
just rubber banded it twenty-five times, n-gga, do the math
motion gang music, tse really paid off rap
i told a b-tch to try to use her brain, she’d rather shake her ass
huh, just hit the gallery, and, n-gga, f-ck the sacks
smacked the b-tch, say you gon’ call who? n-gga, f-ck your dad
he on his mom’s couch, his feet stink and still ain’t got a bag
i hit her once, ain’t wanna double back ’cause her p-ssy trash

[outro]
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mm-hmm

- liltae2

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