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letra de bodies x bankrolls - ytb fatt & sett

[intro: ytb fatt]
ayy, vato, come here, vato
huh? yeah

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
i got that sh-t in my pocket, i’m ready to spend it, fifteen thousand
i’m in a redeye off the liquor, we had a tequila shower (take a shot)
i got this sh-t on my neck, this sh-t hurt
these n-ggas i’m with, they’ll shoot somethin’ at work
bro got the trap goin’ crazy
sh-t got for real, they ain’t missin’ shows on the first
i really hang with n-ggas that’ll steal your car and have models cookin’ up some work
i’m talkin’ ’bout ass-naked, i put this sh-t on my back like it hurt
i shot out like a rocket ship, i want a bad b-tch, yeah, i won a championship
we can’t blow this cover, what’s the rules?
slam on the door, tell the hoes no phones in here
i got this sh-t in my mouth, feel like stones in here
i’m in a millionaire meeting, i belong in here
i meant multi-million, yeah, aight

[verse 2: sett]
i still hang with n-ggas that steal cars
i made a model b-tch put her heels on
she better not pull off on her hair, tryna call crook when i’m smackin’ her rear
dope boy status, i’m that n-gga, they already know that i move with k!llers
i’m loaded, boy, i really got scrilla
call my blitz and the fox come get you
in the scope, but the bottles ain’t hit him
you trippin’, i already spent your ticket
your numbers ain’t addin’ up, n-gga
you can give that sh-t up, tryna at me, n-gga
before a n-gga take somethin’ from me
n-gga be sleepin’, the thirty’ll k!ll ’em
i been hood rich ‘fore my deal
stealin’ these cars, ten get you k!lled
he in love, boy favin’ his b-tch
she settin’ sh-t up, she gettin’ us lit
shake another hand, n0body done moved
and a n-gga know that i’m crushin’ his b-tch
see, how i murder love with lil’ shawty
she already know, put that sh-t in my hand
p, i ain’t got no p card dance
labels be trippin’, up my advance
hits on hits, i ain’t gotta plan
how many n-ggas got hit whenever i spinned? (ooh)
fattcrook after that fatt
he ain’t got no l!ck back
he smelly, that boy gotta sh-t in a bag
any n-gga city, n-gga, i got rank
my status, ceo, n-gga, i’m that
[verse 3: ytb fatt]
i sold a hit ‘fore i first sold a gram
i told the ho put that sh-t in my hand
n-gga, my hood wired off my advance
i put that sh-t on his head for my mans
bodies and bankrolls
if i want his life, i ain’t callin’ the foxes
i’ma just drop the cheese off to vato
i’ma remind you p-ssies
foxes and boppas, n-gga, got real k!llers on the payroll
p-ssy

- ytb fatt sett

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