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letra de f' em - texaco millz

f’ em lyrics
intro:
f-ck em f-ck em im screaming f-ck em

f-ck these n-ggas man
f-ck em
and these hating ass hoes
f-ck em
im focused on a bag homie
f-ck em

(mjnichols beat tag)
chorus:
f-ck a n-gga f-ck a hoe f-ck them bands up f-ck em
subtract fake friends watch the money add up f-ck em
they dont wanna see a n-gga with that bag up f-ck em
so its only right a n-gga make em mad bruh f-ck em
f-ck a n-gga f-ck a hoe f-ck them bands up f-ck em
subtract fake friends watch the money add up f-ck em
they dont wanna see a n-gga with that bag up f-ck em
so its only right a n-gga make em mad bruh f-ck em

texaco millz verse 1:
lajan on my mental smoking presidential (gas)
plotting on a way to get them bankrolls of tissue (paper)
getting money thats thе type of sh-t im into (hustlin’)
cut the b-tch off cause shе was crabbin with the rental (crab ass hoe)
they say money talks well call me chris tucker (huh?)
i’ll finesse a motherf-cker running plays with my brother (finesse)
like we working for the bills; buffalo, i got the sauce (swag)
now they hating on lil millz (texaco) i say f-ck em im a boss
man the jealousy is real (f-ck em) and ion even understand
if you ain’t talking bout a check then i dont comprehend (dont make sense)
i swear i turn to helen keller when its bout that cheddar (a bag)
got em throwin shade on me guess they tryna change the weather (i guess)
they praying i dont win they hoping that i lose (ahhhjayyy)
they wish they was my socks just to be in my shoes (clones)
this ain’t the 19th century but i got the blues (hunnids)
stack it all up and dont touch it i feel like the jews (millz)
chorus:
f-ck a n-gga f-ck a hoe f-ck them bands up f-ck em
subtract fake friends watch the money add up f-ck em
they dont wanna see a n-gga with that bag up f-ck em
so its only right a n-gga make em mad bruh f-ck em
f-ck a n-gga f-ck a hoe f-ck them bands up f-ck em
subtract fake friends watch the money add up f-ck em
they dont wanna see a n-gga with that bag up f-ck em
so its only right a n-gga make em mad bruh f-ck em

texaco millz verse 2:
texaco bruce willis n-gga im a bandit (vakabon)
wake up to get my cake up i feel like khaled (grind)
they dont wanna see me blow they dont wanna panic (haterrr)
middle fingers to my haters here you can have it (f-ck ya)
f-ck em! i feel like gotti n-gga f-ck you (how i feel)
finesse you like nigerians
came a long way from middle men (long way)
putting in work like im related to a mexican (work)
you can catch me on the eastside griffin to sheridan (lil danie)
bust to bust behind tinted windows im so antisocial (i swear)
ion wanna be seen while a n-gga mobile (ducked off)
im getting money i ain’t tryna get vocal (nawww)
i can’t have these n-ggas interfering with my total (count up)
n-ggas come around with they bad vibes (gvo)
next thing you know yo pockets catch a flat tire (what the f-ck)
thats why you gotta keep the snakes out yo yard (grass cut)
when my homie stabbed me in my back i swear it left me scarred (f-ck nigaaa)
chorus:
f-ck a n-gga f-ck a hoe f-ck them bands up f-ck em
subtract fake friends watch the money add up f-ck em
they dont wanna see a n-gga with that bag up f-ck em
so its only right a n-gga make em mad bruh f-ck em
f-ck a n-gga f-ck a hoe f-ck them bands up f-ck em
subtract fake friends watch the money add up f-ck em
they dont wanna see a n-gga with that bag up f-ck em
so its only right a n-gga make em mad bruh f-ck em

- texaco millz

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