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letra de who is fatt? - ytb fatt

[intro]
uh, who is fatt, n-gga?
uh, they like, who is fatt, n-gga?
who is fatt, n-gga?
n-gga
who is fatt, n-gga?
who is fatt, n-gga?
yeah
yeah
yeah, yeah

[chorus]
i’m from the bottom of west memphis where they leave your sh-t on [?]
i’m from foxwood, n-gga, they knock you off, you speak on wax
know you heard about that young n-gga with the goals, who the f-ck is fatt?
i’m in the trap with a freaky b-tch, i’m breakin’ a bow and breakin’ her back
count up them b-tches, see me sweat, ’bout that business, can’t speak on that
in my city, it’s bound to go down, you [?] against a fool, you might get stretched
young n-ggas ridin’ but don’t know how to finish school, but they know how to work that tech
my n-gga’s serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nеts

[verse]
we’ve been stamped our namе in the city, every time they play, we pass a test
n-gga, you can talk that gangster sh-t all you want, whole time, you just talk out your neck
n-gga, i’m the youngest n-gga in my city doin’ it, they like, “he up next”
i got a n-gga so greedy in the kitchen, every time he cook it, he make it stretch
every time i pop out in sum’n by the city, who is that?
break that pack out that f-nny pack, they say lil’ dude got the best
every time i tell my gang to score, that sh-t be nothin’ but net
every hood i step in, i’ma make sure them b-tches remember fatt
these n-ggas really ain’t livin’ that sh-t they rappin’ ’bout, so don’t speak on that
gave my n-gga a hundred-fifty years, that sh-t had hurt my flesh
i’m with atl, man, a srt with a switch, it sound like a tec
my young n-gga say, “give me a honeybun,” i’ll stick him and hit my rack
n-gga, we heard that sh-t you said, it’s too late, can’t take it back
n-gga, these .762s, we got that sh-t, leave a fat ass n-gga flat
i just told my n-gga, when you see him, make sure you handle that
i’m with velle, they finball, roll a n-gga, he’ll leave you fla
i’m with the pimpin’, breakin’ b-tches, brand new rollie, bring it back
i got a n-gga, be slangin’ moss and bleach and blocks, he’ll leave it wet
these n-ggas join hoods, say r.i.p. to n-ggas they never met
all my drank buddies right now, they makin’ love to tris and tech
[chorus]
i’m from the bottom of west memphis where they leave your sh-t on [?]
i’m from foxwood, n-gga, they knock you off, you speak on wax
know you heard about that young n-gga with the goals, who the f-ck is fatt?
i’m in the trap with a freaky b-tch, i’m breakin’ a bow and breakin’ her back
count up them b-tches, see me sweat, ’bout that business, can’t speak on that
in my city, it’s bound to go down, you [?] against a fool, you might get stretched
young n-ggas ridin’ but don’t know how to finish school, but they know how to work that tech
my n-gga’s serious in the kitchen, when he whip it, he wear hair nets

- ytb fatt

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