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letra de 4 for 4 - moose fablo

[intro]
wuggy, wuggy
the coach, the coach
fabloo

[verse]
oh sh-t max got shot his voodoo shown him
how the f-ck he alive (how he alive?)
oh sh-t i’m smoking his pops
cause none of my n-ggas got k!lled by the opps
why they keep telling me go get back
and i already did n-ggas gotta be smacked
how can i lack you see me with jeff
lil nas been crying since hudzy got smacked
walk up gang tryna make me a pack
let me catch bach put a hole in his back
he never gon spin and he know where i’m at
now i’m with jeff us both throw the makk
n-ggas be thin and i’m 30 they tryna be patty
so i’m be 49 now i’m smokin’ deady
now i’ma be 55 k!llin’ [?]
[? ]you seen i ain’t see you stop callin’ phone
shoulda madе a move like
they don’t know what to do causе
cause they know what i usually do
n-gga that’s cas he’s really b-tt
muddy and goose i was makin’ them duck
yag got jumped now it’s up and it’s stuck
yag got jumped but your mans in a blunt
bad b-tch get low [?] in the back so we feelin’ the [?]
pass her the knock cause i know she gon throw
she throw i throw then we gotta get low
fablo top opp why they keep saying lil wuggy got shot
that n-gga ain’t never got shot n-gga shot himself
and tell us it was the opps
[bridge]
like what like d-mn, highschool he was really the man
like what like d-mn, but n-ggas be only tough of the xan
like what like d-mn, glock on me so you know i don’t dance
like what like d-mn, cause i’m in the spot with the glock in my pants

[verse2]
know i be ballin’ for zoey we ain’t cl!ckin’ for 6
just like doula i’m getting bucks [?]
ray deady put himself in a blunt
on tmz that gotta be tough
fablo too old to be beefing with kids
i don’t care i’ll boom at a kid
smokin’ on sid you gon be chillin’ with sid
smokin’ on sid you gon be chillin’ with sid
free all the opps i’m tryna get them lil n-ggas shot
off a pill tryna spin like a clock
and i’m wasting my gas don’t chill on they block
caught muddy lackin’ got him duckin’ his top
if he ain’t duck n-gga would’ve been shot
and bobby too fast i mean bobby too tact
what did you do when drilla got whacked
49 billa i was f-cking your b-tch
guess what now i know where you live you b-tt
don’t forget you got ripped and you never got back
but you got on my d-ck
put in my name in your track just to get lit
yo max you a immigrant if call up trump i bet you get shipped (f-ckin’ immigrant)
[outro]
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- moose fablo

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