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letra de fanned out - sha ek

[intro]
what the f-ck be wrong wit’ y’all p-ssy ass n-ggas?
get the f-ck off my d-ck, n-gga
everything dead, everybody shot
gang-gang-gang

[chorus]
what the f-ck be wrong wit’ these n-ggas?
n-ggas be beggin’ me, askin’ for handouts (like, why?)
last time that they seen me, they was on my d-ck
now they be dissin’, they fanned out, n-gga
i dropped vid after vid after vid
i don’t care ’bout no d-mn clout
you still live wit’ your mom in the jects
and i’m ’bout to move to my next house (grrah)
we don’t care ’bout that time that you did, p-ssy
come show me you ’bout that
i love the money and i lovе the streets
this sh-t crazy, it don’t love me
i bе wishin’ my n-ggas was free
we would’ve come, takin’ fights to the pz
i’m in the towns, so i gotta keep goin’ for gang
’cause that’s what they doin’ for me

[verse 1]
there on the island, my n-ggas really on timin’
they screamin’, “big oge”
f-ck it, they tryna crash out (bow)
’cause they tryna catch ’em a g
n-ggas be thinkin’ i’m dolo
are you dumb?
come pull up and see
most of the opps that’s locked up top
be duckin’ for jayo gz
so how could they talk on my name?
they lil’ kids doin’ sh-t for the fame
why would i diss you on one of my songs, lil’ n-gga?
when i went you dead, on gang
why they be sayin’ my beats sound the same?
go get some money, or go put in pain
one thing i know the opps can’t do is go spend a hunnid on watch and chain (uh-huh, everything dead)
[chorus]
what the f-ck be wrong wit’ these n-ggas? (everybody shot)
n-ggas be beggin’ me, askin’ for handouts (gang-gang-gang)
last time that they seen me, they was on my d-ck
now they be dissin’, they fanned out (like, why?), n-gga
i dropped vid after vid after vid
i don’t care ’bout no d-mn clout
you still live wit’ your mom in the jects
and i’m ’bout to move to my next house (at all)
we don’t care ’bout that time that you did, p-ssy
come show me you ’bout that (grrah)
i love the money and i love the streets (p-ssy)
this sh-t crazy, it don’t love me (f-ck that)
i be wishin’ my n-ggas was free
we would’ve come, takin’ fights to the pz
i’m in the towns, so i gotta keep goin’ for gang
’cause that’s what they doin’ for me

[outro]
gang-gang-gang (’cause that’s what they doin’ for me)
gang-gang-gang

- sha ek

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