fatt macc - 800 away (remix) كلمات الأغنية
[intro: fattmacc]
yeah
mm, mm, mm
mm
[chorus: fattmacc]
i been plottin’ up on a mill’ and i’m like eight hundred away
i like f_ckin’ bad b_tches, i ain’t never wore no cape
i can’t never save no ho, all i’m savin’ is my profit
i was trappin’ since fourteen, now i got all my teachers shoppin’
got my city on my back, ain’t no way i’m goin’ broke
i don’t gotta make a hit, i know how to swing the door
i got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the goat
on the south, i made a k!llin’, i brought cattle to woodland road
[verse 1: fattmacc]
i ain’t trippin’ on no b_tch, they be tender ’bout these hoes
every day a different whip ’cause i know these n_ggas tellin’
17 up on my hip, shoot that b_tch like jj red_ck
all i smoke is rapper weed, i want two hundred or seven
he say all his bags off, i steal lil’ shorty ’cause i’m petty
know this lil’ b_tch fanned off, she wanna f_ck me with my necklace
i got all my chains on, give a f_ck ’bout where we at
leave your p_ssy at the house, b_tch, just pull up with your neck
[chorus: fattmacc]
i been plottin’ up on a mill’ and i’m like eight hundred away
i like f_ckin’ bad b_tches, i ain’t never wore no cape
i can’t never save no ho, all i’m savin’ is my profit
i was trappin’ since fourteen, now i got all my teachers shoppin’
got my city on my back, ain’t no way i’m goin’ broke
i don’t gotta make a hit, i know how to swing the door
i got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the goat
on the south, i made a k!llin’, i brought cattle to woodland road
[verse 2: big homiie g]
woah, you only k!llin’ in your song, knowin’ d_mn well you ain’t gon’ blow
if you really smoke with me, why you ain’t pull up at my show? (huh?)
yeah, i’m up a whole m, still’ll sell your ass a loaf
and we got rapper weed, for sure, thirty_five hundred a ‘bow
you can take the drive for it (skrrt) or we can have ’em at your door
don’t come playin’ with that paper, you don’t wanna get shot ’cause you old (baow)
you don’t wanna get shot ’cause you know this sh_t go down on my block (hey)
we ain’t sellin’ nothin’ but hoes, this a pound spot (this a pound spot)
[chorus: fattmacc]
i been plottin’ up on a mill’ and i’m like eight hundred away
i like f_ckin’ bad b_tches, i ain’t never wore no cape
i can’t never save no ho, all i’m savin’ is my profit
i was trappin’ since fourteen, now i got all my teachers shoppin’
got my city on my back, ain’t no way i’m goin’ broke
i don’t gotta make a hit, i know how to swing the door
i got hustle in my blood, my granddaddy was the goat
on the south, i made a k!llin’, i brought cattle to woodland road
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