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fbe don – antonio brown كلمات اغاني

[intro: fbe don]
n_gga, yeah
mhm

[verse 1: fbe don]
[?], like mc hammer, ho, you can’t touch this
if we ain’t talkin’ ’bout profit, we can’t discuss sh_t
think that lil’ ho bad, she even badder when she suck d_ck
gone in the f_ckin’ wind, that’s where my trust went
wock’ sipper, b_tch, i’m straight on all that tuss sh_t
i be with tweakers, call bronem beenie man ’cause he’ll bust quick
she ask why i’m so stressed, ’cause, b_tch, i’m in a rush to get rich
n_gga, these hoes is goin’, that’s why i ain’t trustin’ a b_tch
you a lil’_ass boy, you be on puppy sh_t
i went and got it, i couldn’t sit and wait around, that’s that bummy sh_t
threw himself in the beef and he ain’t even street, he just a flunky b_tch
i smoke a lot of weed and drink lean, i got [?]
[?] can’t depend on a soul, my plug even let me down
hit a b_tch, then tell her put that sh_t on like antonio brown
i ain’t goin’ back and forth with you, just call me when you wan’ [?]
she spent the night, now the lil’ ho won’t leave the crib like she just got [?]
how the f_ck is you a tweaker if you [?]
we the new gen’, we finna put the world on flint town sh_t
i ain’t settle down yet ’cause i ain’t find a dime b_tch
i like mines pretty and low_key, i can’t stand a loud b_tch
i was taught to stack the pros and have fun with these hoes
you can give me a box of rocks, i’ma get it gone
n_gga, i done made some cool change off that ten_four
that lil’ ho don’t let me f_ck, i guarantee her friend go
off the [?] high as h_ll, chasin’ racks, just tryna land, ho
i hit that sh_t from time to time, we just friends, though
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
i told a b_tch that i’ll pay to f_ck, but i was playin’, though
i f_cked ’em both, but they don’t know that, though, ’cause i be playin’ roles
lil’ b_tch tryna dance, she turnin’ on my song
b_tch, you be makin’ yourself mad, stop goin’ through my phone
this my fifth time at the bank, i’m burnin’ through the roll
try to trip and roll a whole eighth, it’s fallin’ on my clothes
ayy, i’m finna sell a striker, follow me to the store
fifty_round too d_mn heavy, keep fallin’ without my pole
ayy, ayy, they just sent the drop, just follow him to the loc’
pop his ass and leave him in the street, his body gettin’ cold
just dropped a four in my cup, look like robitussin
heard you n_ggas f_cked the road up, but y’all can’t show for nothin’
that blood sh_t don’t mean nothin’, i’ll blow my cousin
i call the chop ben frank ’cause that b_tch hold a hundred
a hundred round, they see the money pile and i’m actin’ funny now
oh yeah, i’ll let you drive my car, you got a hundred thousand
all black dior sneaks off the public housing
i heard that my opps wasn’t eatin’, i gave ’em a couple dollars
i hate turnt down hoes, i’m finna get the bottle
all my n_ggas got sticks on ’em in case it’s a problem
grab that orange patrón, i hate teremana
i’m tryna walk a n_gga down, i hate shootin’ up houses

- fbe don

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