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fat jd, pros ap & fwc big key - members only كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fat jd]
ynw
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: fat jd & pros ap]
ayy, man, this life sh_t crazy
i swear to god, this sh_t’ll have you goin’ brazy
got up and got my own sh_t, ain’t no bein’ lazy
n_ggas plot, but we strapped up like the navy (aha)
i just want you for the neck, ain’t no f_ckin’ you (yes)
she want my love, but i ain’t tryna put the cuffs on you (naw)
tables turnin’, now a young n_gga back at it
these n_ggas hate to see you win, they can’t stand it (f_ck ’em)
i’ll rubber band it
i was young and wild, n_gga, runnin’ with them bandits
now we ot, penthouse and them mansions (fire)
gettin’ money easy, turned this sh_t into a passion (it’s easy)
all you n_ggas do is lie (lyin’ ass)
why you askin’ for the price, but don’t buy? (lame)
i’m a chemist in that lab, call me bill nye (yeah)
f_ck a front, boy, i need my sh_t right now
any n_gga talk down, he gon’ die (he gone)
i’m in my bag right now and i can’t lie (i can’t)
seen my daddy in that kitchen whippin’ half a pie (yeah, yeah)
like we ain’t pass ten, we carry all nines (pros)
[verse 2: pros ap]
young, rich, and dumb, b_tch, i been blew twenty (on my mama)
that lil’ sh_t you flashin’, boy, i spent that on my sister (sister)
thirty_two fifty if you want this ‘bow of cookie (come shop)
b_tch, my phone line bangin’ like i’m jay, my sh_t buggin’ (yeah)
you ain’t got ten, i spent ten and shot to the tenn’ (i shot back)
came back, spent another ten, and shot back again (we back again)
and we don’t shoot it how we get it
unc’ played me on some grams, sold him hit and now he finished (now he through)
in the benz spillin’ drop all over my sneakers (uh_huh)
when you sippin’ hit the only time you with the sleeper (yeah)
name a n_gga f_ckin’ with us, oops, you can’t (you can’t)
name some n_ggas who got more money than the bank (us)
i’m with v.i., he’ll face you if you f_ck with pros (uh_huh)
fat rack my cousin, so i’m knowin’ that he born to glo (what up, fat rack?)
the opps never on sh_t, they was born some hoes
and every shot that got sent, they missed for sure

[verse 3: fwc big key]
it’s a young n_gga world, i got jd with me (what up, jd?)
chop got a cooler, i got an ac with me (get it, n_gga?)
guttaboys, them my n_ggas, my boy ace seen fifty (what up, ace?)
and before i see god, i gotta take three with me (bye)
baby j, that’s my n_gga, i call shock for the clean_up
we (what up, shocka?)
we keep scorin’ on y’all n_ggas, better d up (boy)
been gettin’ pape’, don’t mean giannis, but we see bucks
f_ck a club, we need ten just to see us (boy)
all this ice on my neck got me cold, i put a sweater on it (i put a sweater on my sh_t)
all my opps be in the crib like it’s a channel on ’em
any play over ten, call morg, b_tch, i bet he want it (what up, morg?)
pull up to a n_gga crib like we sellin’ somethin’

- fat jd pros ap fwc big key

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