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fat trel – march madness (gleesh mix) كلمات اغاني

[verse 1: fat trel]

while im staring in my styrofoam
texting b-tches off the iphone
clock ticking like a time bomb
model b-tches popping tylenol
college b-tches popping adderall
pretty b-tches washing dirty drawers
tee and n-gg-s f-cking b-tches raw
me i just hold it dont get involved
cop it we rock it and get it off
my youngin locked up for sellin soft
you gon regret if you wet it all
all of them n-gg-s is fell it off
we getting richer and well off
she want a baby like h-ll naw
mane that b-tch crazy and fell off
she just might write her a tell all
f-cking b-tches in the cut
kicking b-tches out the truck
i buy them liquor fill them up
put my finger in her b-tt
im counting money no rushing
black 45 busting
broke n-gg-s sip tussin
f-cking police can’t touch
face famous mount rush
i just dropped muva russia
apply the pressure wit the 47
ak’s n-gg- mac 11
b-tch you rookie cookie still a veteran
she only use it if its a weapon
try me i promise you armageddon
we want the money like o-11

[hook: future]
dirty soda in a styrofoam
spend a day to get my mind blown
dress it up and go to nasa
200 miles on the dash
and gotta roll a pound up and gas it
switching lanes in a grand rapide
we the ones that kept it cool with all these n-gg-s
til these n-gg-s start acting
shoot a n-gg- like a film in a movie
n-gg-, gone let ’em have it
ballin’ like the march madness
all these cops shooting n-gg-s, tragic
i’m the one that’s living lavish
like i’m playing for the mavericks
i didn’t wanna f-ck the b-tch, the molly made me f-ck her even though she average

[verse 2: fat trel]

f-ck all the basic b-tches
stadium cooling wit crazy b-tches
young n-gg- pull up in 86’s
whipping the baby no baby sitting
me i just spit what im really living
still in the trenches wit n-gg-s k!lling
im talking missions and really drilling
she need to pop her some penicillin
f-ck around you gon be outta here
shoot up the spot and im outta here
so many shots you just gotta hear
b-tches like d-mn we just got in here
i make the city go real cool
none of my b-tches a feel you
all of my n-gg-s a k!ll you
rapping and trapping we still do, real truth
throw the money in the truck
bag it up and make it puff
then i vacuum seal it up
tell them n-gg- good luck
shoot up that b-tch and im rushing it
f-ck all that wrestling , tussling
we want that money and other shit
tryna get paid like the government

- fat trel

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