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flee lord & roc marciano - trim the fat lyrics
[intro: flee lord]
okay
brrrrrr
okay
whoa
whoa
whoa
lord, lord!
[verse: flee lord]
my mic on 10
the ice on swim
started when i pull up, (drr, drr, drr) ya life gon’ end (get ’em)
rolling up the [?]
controlling all my anger
show love in the club to some total f_cking strangers
focus on the paper
was broke but now i cake up
third eye shining, i was woke before the wake up
the fame was right there
i’m slanging white [?]
it’s dior on my [?]
no more changing nike airs
the oxtail is roast, the c_cktail is potent
grew up in the slums, block near the ocean
hardest in the street, chargеs getting beat
mac and enginе, new draco on the seat
get it how you live
admit it how you live
pain or the power
yeah, we bang over hours
ain’t no lane for a coward
bentley looking sweet, but the range rover looking sour
seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars
i don’t think y’all heard what i just said
seen a 100 plus relationships that changed over dollars
[interlude: flee lord]
i lost a motherf_cking business and mad friends
but guess what?
all the real righteous still here with me
see, you gotta trim the fat
that’s what the f_ck i just did
i trimmed the fat
and that’s why we winning
aye!
[chorus x2]
money from the block block, ’til the pot, now we gon’ cash some cheques
first you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect
don’t get stretched
don’t get stretched
first you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect
[verse: stove god cooks]
got the work synchronized swimming in the pot
alexander footprint on the block
put it on the flame, melt it down, drop the ice in, watch it float up to the top
i ain’t talkin’ on the phone, you n_ggas hot
i ain’t talkin’ __ ahem, f_ck it
you ain’t ’bout the sh_t that i’m on
you ain’t ’bout the sh_t my guys on
all smoke, out electric car, shooter hanging out the porsche taycan
lease low, then ya die long
show my n_gga how to stretch a pylon
told ’em, “gotta keep ya eye on it, or you’ll f_ck the bands up, now ya dylan” (haha)
tell ’em hatin’ n_ggas pipe down
i’m the one that all the hype ’round
rich n_gga, iced out
they had the power, now they lights out
[interlude: stove god cooks]
hahaaa
big stove
[chorus x2]
money from the block block, ’til the pot, now we gon’ cash some cheques
first you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect
don’t get stretched
don’t get stretched
first you get the money, then the power, then you earn respect
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