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fixitfelp - mozart lyrics
[intro]
pew pew pew!
ayye
pew!
gl!ck gl!ck uh!
ayye ayye ayye
[hook]
glock wit a stick
let that sh_t
these n_ggas talkin’ i don’t care a bit
plug pullin’ up and i’m stuffin’ these bricks
he talkin’ down imma show em’ a trick
i got like three bands imma still hit a l!ck
my choppa a n_gga it came wit a d_ck
if that b_tch gone’ choose fixitfelp what she pick
im smokin’ on gas got me feelin’ real sick
b_tch imma star 20k for a fl!ck
he think that he bout it we show em’ what’s it
[verse 1]
florida boy but i stay in the pit
my boys bout’ blood i ain’t pay for no hit
she love ma swag, shawty geekin’ ma fit
that b_tch tried to f_ck but ma thing didn’t fit
i’m lit
poppin’ that boy like a zit
he tried to run but my shooters is quick
we rich
that little b_tch is a nit
ain’t f_ckin’ no b_tches i had to go up in my list
[verse 2]
up in ma list like a plane
yo b_tch comin’ over we runnin’ a train (uh)
i do not f_ck wit no lames
soon as i blow she gone’ fly for the fame
choppa gone’ give u the pain
i’m wit gorillas who aim for yo brain
bang wit a glock let it rain
she suck on my d_ck like a cane
n_gga just stay in yo lane
all of my shooters in range
we do the race all you smell is propane (uh)
smokin’ on gas for ma medicine
we talkin’ weapons ma n_ggas is veterans
yo n_ggas good but ma army got better men
takin’ his life, slender man
i do it better now
she wanna f_ck cuz a n_gga is better now
runnin’ it up now a n_gga is badder now
get to the bag like i can and it really don’t matter how
[verse 3]
i just secured all ma bags, ridin’ wit armo we doin’ the dash
sh_t goin’ straight to the stash
takin’ his life give a f_ck bout some cash
b_tch i go dummy and laugh
my n_ggas dirty we do you like trash
shawty gone’ f_ck with the cash
b_tch is so bad but i think imma pass
he wanna fight so we meet at the spot
b_tch i’m the best but i think he forgot
night time n_ggas we bringin’ the dots
that b_tch ain’t worth it i know she a thot
slime like snot
u smokin’ that vape but we keepin’ this pot
he don’t want smoke cuz he know that we hot
30 ms in, that’s all that i got
he just surrendered i already shot
he say he bout it i know that he not
[hook]
glock wit a stick
let that sh_t
these n_ggas talkin’ i don’t care a bit
plug pullin’ up and i’m stuffin’ these bricks
he talkin’ down imma show em’ a trick
i got like three bands imma still hit a l!ck
my choppa a n_gga it came wit a d_ck
if that b_tch gone’ choose fixitfelp what she pick
im smokin’ on gas got me feelin’ real sick
b_tch imma star 20k for a fl!ck
he think that he bout it we show em’ what’s it
[outro]
i k!lled that sh_t
yeah
slatt!
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