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letra de problem - #thefettygang

[intro dez curry:]

curry
man you know i’m too #fettied in this b-tch
renzo waddup
uh
look

[verse 1- dez curry]

i said do you have a problem
kuz i’m in that foreign thang
see yo b-tch looking boy, guarantee she like my chain
probably see a n-gga high as h-ll tryna change lanes
tryna switch up teams and run back; lebron james
h-ll naw she foolin’ cuz, and you the one that’s wifing that
looking stupid in the club, hollering where my wifey at
she whisper dirty things in my ear, and i’m liking that
you see yo’ cinnamon ??? tryna choose and you fighting that
feeling on the inside cuz was really digging her
she steady taking shots over here while i’m spinning her
i’m just tryna f-ck her on the low with no feelings sir
talking bout you had bands, d-mn cuz you is a purp

[verse 2- hbrenzo]

off top
man do these n-ggas got a problem
put that green up in my swisher i be smoking on that goblin
only dropped one mixtape and now they asking for a album
it’s the f-ckin #fettygang
got n-ggas shook kuz we a problem
and i won’t stop till i get a mill
forget a deal b-tch i’m underground
rainy days on my side of town you can tell by how that thunder sound
when i pop up with my top up bet all the hoes gone top us
#fettygang we ain’t never sleep
young kings so it’s time to eat
b-tch

[interlude – dreamteam fari]
yeah n-gga
it’s the #fettygang in this b-tch
you know how we do when we get in the booth
(kidd calii)uh huh
calii talk to em

[verse 3 – kidd calii]
uh
i say half court shots so you know them b-tches wet
give me bout a month and ima have to drop a jet
n-ggas tryna k!ll me kuz a n-gga fresh to death
no referees but i know some n-ggas quick to grab that tec
man why you wan’t these problems?
f-ck it i don’t care
ima pull up to yo crib, i hope yo mother there
i’m banging on yo door i hear you coming down the stairs
mama answer the door she say “jeremy ain’t here”
haa
i guess this n-gga feeling really lucky now
ima call his b-tch up and ima d-ck her down
catch me riding through yo city with a hundred rounds
i be with them fetty boys and they don’t f-ck around
i be smoking loud b-tch a couple pounds
we gone hit the store up grab some swishers break em down
uh
they say its levels to this sh-t boy
and we don’t even f-ck with ham boy
haa

- thefettygang

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