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letra de fti - ysb og

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[intro]
(f-ck the industry, n-gga)
(ayy, yuney, fire that sh-t up)
aight

[verse]
don’t play it if you greasy, b-tch
foenem just came home, we finna turn up, get it lit
throw your ass a party, then turn around and send a blitz
geeking ’round the lobby, lil’ momma bust it, doing splits
six-hunnid, that’s for one zip
rolling back to back on some dumb sh-t
stuff five grams in a wood like, f-ck it
sliding all in traffic, b-tch, we thugging in public
real dope dealer, b-tch, we sell controlled substance
i re-rock the brick, and my eyes wasn’t even open
cuz hit my line, said, “is that backdoor open?”
smoking on some jungle boys, boy, this sh-t smoking
a hunnid p’s in, get ’em gone, got ’em floating
i’m in l.a. getting high as a blimp
takе a trip to the raq, pop out with the stick
foenеm going crazy, they got .30’s and them bl!cks
them folksnem got fifties and hunnid round clips
send a n-gga fly high, long live the fly guy
talk down on the gang, he must not be a wise guy
you ever seen a n-gga brains make a momma cry-cry?
flexing on my exes in that foriegn, tell ’em, “bye-bye”
soulja hating ass n-ggas, i can see you over there
when a real n-gga get in the room, all they do is stare
b-tch, that not no bussdown, boy, that sh-t got a glare
know folksnem still taking sh-t, man, they really don’t care
[outro]
(f-ck the industry, n-gga)
(ayy, yuney, fire that sh-t up)

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