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letra de mr. fto - sett & tay keith

[intro]
(tay keith, f-ck these n-ggas up)
oh yeah, boy
slime on the way now, n-gga
he know he f-cked up (murder and love)
when he put sett on one of the hoes, you heard me?
oh yeah (oh yeah, n-gga)
aight, bounce back, n-gga (f-ck the opps crazy)
ayy (slime love)

[chorus]
i’m that n-gga (big f-ck the opps crazy)
i’m suited in black for that scrilla (yeah, n-gga)
i’m buyin’ 392 for all my k!llers (what? slatt)
they come through slidin’ fast when they hit ya (we hittin’ they ass)
i catch ’em, i take ’em a picture (ho boy)
sippin’ this drank, sh-t f-ck with my liver
call up a doctor, clean my system (clеan me up)
ain’t sh-t change, get you turnеd off my whistle (phew)
but still we sn-tch ’em like a missile
i can’t be hangin’ ’round auntie on n-gga (lame-ass n-gga)
five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol
we say f-ck the opps crazy, gotta put mr.
i’m takin’ her top down, i ain’t kiss her
i’m stuck in my way, venmo mode get ’em (venmo)
my n-gga shot his shot, he ain’t even get her (i got this, slime)
i caught her, took her down just for the member (slap her)
[verse 1]
this sh-t te amo, know kg, he gon’ get ’em (i love you)
i got a recipe for a couple these n-ggas (‘kay)
we throw him a party, he thought we was with him (birthday party)
rocked him to sleep, i ain’t babysit him (come here)
i’m huntin’ for him, you know hoadie gon’ get him (get the scoop on him)
we movin’ beside that car, i’m a rider (i’m a rider)
f-ck all ’em, they gon’ die together, we gon’ k!ll ’em
shoot ’em up, put ’em up (come here)
we gettin’ up close, he gon’ die from a slug (yeah-yeah)
i got jewelry on in front of the judge (all this sh-t on)
when i smile, they gon’ mug (oh yeah, what?)
the state tryna label me as a thug
prosecutor label me a plug (big f-ck the opps crazy)
i swear to the tre, that is on all us
we movin’ off murder and love (slimecrook)

[chorus]
i’m that n-gga (i’m that n-gga)
i’m suited in black for that scrilla
i’m buyin’ 392 for all my k!llers
they come through slidin’ fast when they hit ya (we hittin’ ’em)
i catch ’em, i take ’em a picture (ho boy)
sippin’ this drank, sh-t f-ck with my liver (i’m slime)
call up a doctor, clean my system (clean me up)
ain’t sh-t change, get you turned off my whistle (phew)
but still we sn-tch ’em like a missile (get out of there)
i can’t be hangin’ ’round auntie on n-gga (lame-ass n-gga)
five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (clean sh-t)
we say f-ck the opps crazy, gotta put mr.
i’m takin’ her top down, i ain’t kiss her (slatt)
i’m stuck in my way, venmo mode get ’em (trench move)
my n-gga shot his shot, he ain’t even get her (i slapped her)
i caught her, took her down just for the member
[verse 2]
n-gga be dyin’ tryna get some dealin’
these n-ggas ain’t got that much faith from they n-gga (fake-ass fool)
lil’ bruh caught a bop, threw the gun in the river (yeah)
he was movin’ lose, no hundred, i ripped him (i smashed his ass)
7.62 cut him over and i split him (got him)
advanced this weapon, protectin’ my n-gga (yeah)
n-gga be talkin’ too much, i don’t feel him (no)
i ain’t cuffin’ no b-tch, cut her off of my system (ah, b-tch)
i’m f-ckin’ sh-t up like tay keith (tay keith)
like michael myers, see my face and they heart beat (yeah)
i’m steppin’ on sh-t like big beef (big beef)
my sh-t ain’t like none of these n-ggas, they got big t–th (big t–th-ass n-gga)
and everywhere i go, got the gun for a minute (that bread)
that thirty-ball or a fifty-piece (fifty-piece)
i’m that n-gga, you better not at me (at me)
where i’m from, n-gga, we at sh-t on the backstreet (slimecrook)

[chorus]
i’m that n-gga (that n-gga)
i’m suited in black for that scrilla
i’m buyin’ 392 for all my k!llers
they come through slidin’ fast when they hit ya (we hittin’ ’em)
i catch ’em, i take ’em a picture (ho boy)
sippin’ this drank, sh-t f-ck with my liver (i’m slime)
call up a doctor, clean my system (clean me up)
ain’t sh-t change, get you turned off my whistle (phew)
but still we sn-tch ’em like a missile (get out of there)
i can’t be hangin’ ’round auntie on n-gga (lame-ass n-gga)
five-seven, yeah, my chopper a pistol (clean sh-t)
we say f-ck the opps crazy, gotta put mr.
i’m takin’ her top down, i ain’t kiss her (slatt)
i’m stuck in my way, venmo mode get ’em (trench move)
my n-gga shot his shot, he ain’t even get her (i slapped her)
i caught her, took her down just for the member

- sett tay keith

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