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fmb dz - we locked in كلمات أغنية

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[intro: fmb dz]
(ap)
what’s up, pape?

[verse: fmb dz]
i’m a made man, you know ain’t no talkin’ me to death (nah)
pull up in a ‘vette, i be smokin’ peanut b_tter breath (yeah)
they can’t f_ck with me, truly i ain’t met a n_gga yet
i keep the apes with me, we be yellin’ woop and beatin’ our chest
walkin’ through the club, we be movin’ n_ggas out the way (yeah)
got in with the snub, brodie at the door with baby drac’
i get to hoin’ hoes, i be mushin’ b_tches in they face
b_tch, i’m a big dog, i don’t want that head, only want straight [?]
oh, you ain’t hear ’bout it?
they call me mr. blow_a_hundred_thousand_and_don’t_carе_about_it
forty_ball on me, i got ten thousand in each pockеt (yeah)
ain’t no n_gga takin’ sh_t from me ’cause i’m a rottweiler (nah)
hangin’ out the window broad day, let a glock holler

[chorus: paperboy rell]
first day was hatin’, now they tryna shake my hand
[?] hundred pints, tryna make a half a man
alphabet boys ridin’ with them f&ns
this ap a skeleton, a dead man on my hand
you switchin’ sides, yeah, i thought you was my man
your own brother crossed you out for them bands
these fake n_ggas ain’t gang, they pretend (nah)
fast money boyz, pvc, we locked in
[verse 2: fmb dz]
can’t let ’em cross you out, don’t show them boys the route (don’t show ’em)
i’m best friends with the plug, i never seent a drought
got my young n_ggas in the club, they’d air it out
we’d pull up to a n_gga house, we know your whereabouts
we only put forgis on the coupes, we don’t rucci ride (skrrt)
tell a n_gga d_ck his partner up, i’m on that gucci time
i just counted up a sixty_ball in some gucci slides (yeah)
never gotta question my respect, n_ggas gettin’ mine
blood on my neck, reach for that, that’s how i’ma side
gotta know the boogeyman close whenever i’m outside
pull up like the president, they know i’d ride
i’ma hop out, a n_gga tried some sh_t, everybody died

[chorus: paperboy rell]
first day was hatin’, now they tryna shake my hand
[?] hundred pints, tryna make a half a man
alphabet boys ridin’ with them f&ns
this ap a skeleton, a dead man on my hand
you switchin’ sides, yeah, i thought you was my man
your own brother crossed you out for them bands
these fake n_ggas ain’t gang, they pretend (nah)
fast money boyz, pvc, we locked in

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