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letra de fetty - the prodigy

[intro]

yeah
yunno what the f-ck going on n-gga(straight up)
b-tch, ya dig (huh)
ayy, ayy (look)

[hook]
i gotta get it, man i ain’t got no choice i’m making that breadie. (no)
i’m grinding steady, i ain’t getting no sleep i need all these fetty
welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti (cash)
shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how i love it

[verse 1]
most of my n-ggas be taliban, they gon scare off your ass like the bogeyman
i’m the neighborhood shooter, like spiderman
working hard cos a n-gga want the bands
i let my dogs of the leash (leash) louis v up on my sleeves
police can’t stop i’m f-cking legit
these n-ggas too nosy, just gеt off my d-ck
my trap moving steady bih i’m on a streak
y’all be acting likе kids just get out my face cos you lame n-ggas weak
you ain’t telling me money then i’m not tryna speak
my b-tches all bad they brown and unique
i swerve out the lot sleek like i’m reek
girl stop all the talking and get on your knees
you f-ck my cash you gone gees (yeah)
play with my money you get in trouble
when i beating up coochie i’m beating double or even triple, i ain’t doing single, they all wanna mingle, but i never mingle. i be soaring up high like a f-cking eagle
ocho ciento n-gga i done made it double
i be out in the streets causing lotta troubles
with my goons n-gga we cause lotta troubles
cop a new crib, cop a new whip, cop a new wrist, i want all that sh-t
check out my clique, check out my bih , check out my wrist we overlit
i make em mad when i f-ck on they b-tches, last n-gga tried me got too many stitches
when i was broke n-ggas called me a leech
now i pull up and show off these ice on my wrist

[hook]

i gotta get it, i ain’t got no choice i’m making that breadie. (huh)
i’m grinding steady, i ain’t getting no sleep i need all these fetty(yeah)
welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how i love it

[verse 2]

shawty wanna f-ck on the gang gang
beat a lil n-gga ass it’s a gang bang
n-gga all about cheese i don’t play games
hit a bih from the back didn’t know her name
young n-gga look fresh in these balmains
too cool for a fight on a cool day
kick a bih out the house like liu kang
i got money on my head like a toupee. (godd-mn)
patek freeze, reach for my arm you finna bleed
got money infection, can’t cure the disease
she don’t wanna leave, i told her to strip
n-ggas be hating cos i got the keys
stop that sh-t n-gga, you weak
i work over night, i’m getting no sleep
all work and no play we busy like bees (of course n-gga)
[hook]

i gotta get it, i ain’t got no choice i’m making that breadie. (huh)
i’m grinding steady, i’m not getting no sleep i need all these fetty(yeah)
welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how i love it. i

- the prodigy

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