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letra de fat niggas - xo gilbert

ouu d-mn, i’m finna f-ck her
(b-tch i’m the sh-t)

fat b-tch put my d-ck in that blubber
(b-tch i’m the sh-t)

motherf-cker so i’ll f-ck on your mother
(b-tch i’m the sh-t)

g-y sh-t, might f-ck on your brother
(b-tch i’m the sh-t)

b-tch i’m the sh-t!
but i’m not number two

she gon’ blow on my d-ck like she playing the flute

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
and i stay lit
got these n-ggas mortified because of all this rick

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
and i stay poppin’
call yo b-tch obi because she doing all thing toppin

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
f-ck her till she not breathing
that b-tch ain’t a baby but she suck me like she t–thing
(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
boy i’m in the crib yelling
dirty ass b-tch in my bed, b-tch you smellin’

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
i’m to hype on the beat
she just popped a perc now she high on my meat

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
so i call myself voodoo
sh-tting on the beat, i’m in the stu taking a doodoo

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
b-tch i can’t get no louder
purple in my cup, n-gga i’m sipping on that chowder

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
nosy neighbor asked why i’m yelling
n-gga what is you asking for? n-gga you bout to get to tellin’?

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
i don’t f-ck with these b-tches
if i wanted to f-ck a bird i would go and f-ck a pigeon

(ouu d-mn)
rap like flight on the beat
all off the dome don’t need to write on the beat
(ouu d-mn)
i just f-cked a man
smoking on illegal i’m smoking on contraband
bald head b-tch look like one punch man
i pull up to the attic cause i’m tryna f-ck anne
frank
smoking on that dank
bought a new car, and a new tank
no bullets in this glock, this b-tch filled with them blanks
(god d-mn)
hair a whole lotta red
on this new diet can’t eat a whole lotta bread
feeling fat like santa so i got a new sled
tired of mrs.claus so i made an elf give me head

(god d-mn)
raindeer give me neck
said that i’m the sh-t but the ref gave me a tech
she can’t wear a tie cause she gave me all her neck
she told you goodnight now she giving n-ggas that neck

only eat white meat so hand over the breast
yelling late at night i can never get a rest

b-tch i’m the sh-t!
so i gotta stay poppin’
switch it up everyday, b-tch i got options

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
short ass b-tch in the crib she a midget
yeah my b-tch from london so i gotta go innit’

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
don’t get disrespectful
if he got a vest i’m finna give him a neck full
(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)
fat n-gga tryna beef
imma make him burn calories when i hit him with this heat

(b-tch i’m the sh-t!)

b-tch i’m the sh-t mane, that’s why all the e-hoes love me man, i be having e-s-x every night, e-orgies and sh-t, the b-tches be e-sucking my d-ck and sh-t. i- i’m that n-gga mane

- xo gilbert

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