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letra de ion apologize - ytb fatt

[intro]
[?] go
uh, huh
i be comin’ on some different type of time sh-t lately, like
[?] real trap sh-t
lately i be feelin’
i don’t apologize when i’m wrong
get in my feelin’ ’bout the trap, i be havin’ a front
[?] get these loads gone
yeah, i’m-yeah
okay, that’s how i wanna do it
woo

[verse]
n-ggas want from my [?] say we sorry
yeah, i got some young n-ggas, can’t come to the show, they gon’ shoot up the party
my n-gga rappin’, trappin’, package trackin’
and he’ll shoot that b-tch like lowry
i got a b-tch, don’t give a f-ck, she’ll eat that d-ck in the middle of the party
i got a memphis b-tch that think i already signed, she ask for a ‘rari
i got a n-gga that’ll shoot a b-tch who won’t even say i’m sorry
she like, “ain’t you ytb? when i eat that d-ck, record me”
b-tch, you know i’m from the west, everybody got a shootin’ story
huh, n-ggas wanna go on drills, then gossip ’bout it
had to get the draco from lil garrett ’cause he might shoot somebody
i don’t like what marley rap, every time he shoot somethin’ he rap about it
if you don’t have mission ships up in my hood, they ask for wallets
i’m from foxwood, your brother steal your sh-t and help you find it
n-ggas that cold-hearted around this b-tch, ask somebody
had my grandma yard lookin’ like mcdonald’s, ask ms. bobby
what’s your favorite thing to do, in the trap? that’s my hobby
n-gga, all my opps, they know that b-tch be [?] when i’m in public
y’ain’t even gotta try to swing, i’ma shoot as soon as you mug me
n-gga, it get like that on the west, i ain’t tottin’ this gun for nothin’
had to spit on a ratchet b-tch, she just asked me to be her husband
i’m with the pimpin’ vip, all the bad b-tches rubbin’
i’m a dirty ass n-gga, i’ll tell you i love you, f-ck your cousin
all my young n-ggas’ guns dirty, i don’t even wanna touch ’em
if you had a [?] up in your hood, you came from nothin’
my n-ggas in the county stabbin’ sh-t, guess they call it bustin’
b-tches say they love me, i just know they sayin’ that sh-t for nothin’
young n-ggas uppin’ pistols like what you said if you ain’t said nothin’
i don’t even know, our [?] city like that and i ain’t frontin’
yeah, b-tch, i’m from the ugly, huh, get deep in this subject, huh
all them choppers in my city, hold up, them b-tches bustin’
don’t run off with a n-gga pack, this sh-t’ll get ugly
if the police ask you what you know, n-gga, say nothin’
[outro]
yeah, n-gga, who is fatt?
haha, yeah, who is fatt, n-gga?
n-gga, who is fatt?
d-mn, who is fatt, n-gga?

- ytb fatt

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