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fbg young – freestyle intro (extended version) كلمات اغاني

[intro]
ayy, ayy, ayy, could you leave me alone, old school?
uh_yea

[verse 1]
uh, i say them junkies at the door and i ain’t even cook it up yet
fiends on the line, sh_t, they say they want that zombie pack
labels on the other line, they talkin’ ’bout some contracts
baby mama tweakin’ ’bout some b_tches that i do got
i’m on 75th and i just stopped at harold’s for a snack
n_ggas tweakin’, think i ain’t got the gat, they must be off the yak
that’s my lil’ boo, i f_cked her once and never gave her back
i let her roll my ‘woods, she keep it cutе and she let me brеak her back
dog lil’ b_tch, she ride the d_ck, ain’t got her license yet
on my way to meet the plug and i ain’t leave the strap
we gon’ shoot a n_gga dead if he try to tax
louboutin’s left the scene red, audi left some tracks
[verse 2]
we gon’ camp out where ya hang out
my lil’ shorty tote the .40, have his agent bang out
way my bank account set up, can’t pay attention to the lames now
tired of b_tches callin’ ’bout my baby moms, she buggin’ up
i’m on the curb, fresh off the porch like, “who gon’ take me out?”
and i set up shop, i serve ya rocks, b_tch, i’m so thugged out
f_ck you think i bought this gun for? huh
i’m a sneaky lil’ f_cker like my uncle george
i can’t wait to sell some ps at the awards
f_ck a 9 to 5, this nine hold ten, f_ck five, it turn your ass to chords
the baby glock’ll get to burpin’ ’bout my funds
i gave you two for fifteen, now you want a whole one?
junkies say they sick and that sh_t down the street f_cked his nose up, uh
godumb in his lab coat, cookin’ sh_t up
my shooters like reapers, they plottin’ on your granny
my shooters so thirsty, he wanna get tagged in
i need a bag to put me a bag in
i’m the new ralo, the feds know i’m plugged in
the f_ck? trippin’, old ho scuffed my dolce’s up
get bucked, runs in his house like i’m uncle russ
or i’m with my model b_tch and i just stopped for lunch
i got the hots for her, but her and folks is so in love
uh, this sh_t no limit, i got the hookup
i’m all about my benjis, they tryna book us
i’m tryna cop me a book, they tryna book me
i want my hundreds smurf blue, huh, like i f_ck with tookie
when you shop with godumb, have your money faced up
drip in gucci, i ain’t trippin’, n_gga, these don’t lace up, uh
junkies at the door, he say he need a wake up
i sell the sh_t up in my dream, i beat the pot like layla
and my pantry full of cuttas, gotta keep the [?]
if the feds ever sn_tch, b_tch, i get paid off itunes
don’t give a f_ck about the fame, b_tch, i still stick and move
my louboutin’s came red, hit the gas, audi hrrm
[outro]
skoo_do_do, do_do_do
a wrap
b_tch

- fbg young

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