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fsg rell - town talk lyrics

(verse 1: fsg rell)
fsg you know the name gotta represent for my f_cking gang
in a foreign with 10k and a pound on me still switching lanes
smoking loud toting h_ll of guns screaming f_ck the law that’s on everything
you a rap n_gga, i’m a trap n_gga, don’t compare us p_ssy we are not the same
if you don’t f_ck with me and i don’t f_ck with you, don’t hit me up you just acting fake
jealous n_ggas talk behind my back, when i see y’all p_ssies say it to my face
tell my lil bro all the time, don’t you ever give up no f_cking tape
and if you catch a body and they catch on, you got one option, do the race
nightmare when my glock out, whеn i dump this nine better watch out
rеal talk i don’t need a stick, any one of y’all can get knocked out
my n_gga ohso tear you limb from limb
n_ggas mad at me cause i took they b_tch
recognize it, i been stamped, been doing me since i took a risk
all my n_ggas coming off the hip
we turnt up, we just found a l!ck
miracle how i’m making magic, got 32 that i’m about to whip
everybody know i got moves aye
everybody kno i got moves aye
everybody kno i got moves aye
everybody kno i got moves chea
ain’t no telling what i’m gone finesse
robbed the crib need a new connect
lil buddy p_ssy so trash, but her head good so i need the neck
swear to god don’t play wit me, gotta hundred shooters they spray for me
cross that line, ain’t no coming back, there’s nothing else you can say to me
got my young buhl she a ride or die, she on go, she rock and roll
pray for n_ggas that test me cause the mazzis with me really f_cking throwed
you’s a b_tch i can’t be around you cause the rumor is that you f_cking told
n_gga i got secrets from the 3rd grade to this d_mn day ain’t never told a soul
(verse 2: tre savage)
they call me a savage they know that i’m with the sh_t
grab a whole pound and i flip that sh_t
n_ggas be missing
and b_tches be all on my d_ck and sh_t
she suck my d_ck and you kissing her d_mn
can’t wear that sh_t if it’s regular d_mn
i f_ck yo b_tch on the regular d_mn
f_ck a 9_5 i don’t got not time i’m getting paid off this cellular d_mn
when i was broke i was bagging up eighths, i had to get to a check
now i got the work out like i’m lifting weights and i got my foot on they neck
i’m in the trap, i gotta profit
y’all n_ggas frauds and y’all gotta stop it
don’t feel ya vibe so you better fall back
we sending shots my n_ggas ain’t boxing
everyday i’m surrounded by shooters
f_ck making tweets we don’t beef with computers
all of my n_ggas be packing like movers
4 pounds tre pounds glocks and rugers
not tryna pop
just want the top
come on lil hoe is you sucking or not
i got the xans, i got the lean
30 clip on me get knocked off ya feet
all of my n_ggas get paper like printers
all of my n_ggas we ball at the mall
all of y’all n_ggas is broke and y’all bums
all of these rappers is motherf_cking frauds
getting this money like i got a deal
i’m never hiding i stay in the field
cracking them seals
sipping the act and popping them pills
yeah
selling them o’s
f_cking these hoes
passing these b_tches to all of my bro’s
rocking these shows
getting this dough
yeah
that’s all that i know
selling these o’s
f_cking these hoes
passing these b_tches to all of my bro’s
rocking them shows
getting this dough
yeah
that’s all that i know

- fsg rell lyrics

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