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fyb j mane & wooski - gummo remix كلمات الأغنية

[intro: fyb j mane]
(yo, pi’erre, you wanna come out here?)
hah, ayy, big fyb, man
2018 sh_t, hah
how they want me to come? hah
ayy, gang

[verse 1: fyb j mane & wooski]
now don’t be silly, b_tch (gang), ridin’ through the city with two glizzies, b_tch (grrah)
fifties, b_tch, stuffed up in that ho, look like some titties, b_tch
i’m litty, b_tch, smokin’ on this l’a got me dizzy, b_tch (let’s get it)
so sitchy, ho, ridin’ with them sticks, they long like telescopes (like telescopes)
sellin’ dope, bag up everything like a grocery store (a grocery stores)
servin’ coke, remembеr i was f_cked up, had to kick a door
sellin’ hoes, whitе b_tch with me, crack all in her p_ssy hole
now i got my money up, my pockets fat like cantaloupes (let’s get it)
takin’ flights, hit detroit, might smack tee grizzley with the pipe (glah, glah)
take his life, disrespectin’ brick, b_tch, we’ll take your life (brrah)
we don’t fight, hollows flippin’ out that glock like jesse white (glah, glah)
we don’t f_ck with n_ggas, kkk sh_t, they get k!lled at night (kkk sh_t)
.40 with a thirty, i’ma squeeze that trigger thirty times (grrah)
just for number 30, we don’t play that, you can get k!lled for mine
red bottoms with the spikes, b_tch, my shoes look like some porcupines
playin’ with my city, crucify a n_gga like jesus christ (like jesus christ)
on that block since sixteen, sellin’ drugs and totin’ pipes
mama told me keep it on me, i’ll never let you take my life (take my life)
r.i.p. them fallen soldiers, for foe ‘nem, i’ll take your life (huh)
r.i.p. them fallen soldiers, for foe ‘nem, i earned some stripes (huh, wop, b_tch)
[verse 2: wooski]
r.i.p. the guys, b_tch, free the guys (gang)
i’m in this sh_t ’til it’s over, i won’t leave the guys (b_tch)
on the trey crackin’ treys and we droppin’ ys (bdk)
chopper sh_lls look like french fries
let a n_gga disrespect shondale, he die, ooh (die y, die y, die y, die y, b_tch)
i walk around with a bag
i think i’m movin’ too fast
n_gga, we came for the stash
any n_gga in here move, run, that’s his ass (get his ass)
street sweeper cremate him, he trash (brrah)
f_ck his b_tch, then i smack her on the ass (wop, wop)
won’t leave the crib without my ski mask (glocks, chops)
i’ll flame a n_gga up like he gas (yops)
we don’t play that (b_tch)
i’ll send his stupid_ass where l’a at
then spend a couple bands on the [?]
fire his mama crib up on the way back (grrah)
if you lookin’ for me, you know where the trey at (bdk)
in the cut, i be coolin’ where the ‘k at (on the trey)
off the mid, blowin’ good big a pack (big a)
and wherever he lack, where he lay at (b_tch)
ugh, roll up the baldy
that b_tch caught feelings as soon as she saw me (wop, wop)
money, my gun, and my n_ggas – love all three (yops, glocks)
braggin’ about that lil’ b_tch, but she called me (chops, shots)
[outro: wooski]
b_tch, huh
we don’t wanna talk, huh, how you know?
getyoshytsplack gang
huh, get right, b_tch
on cheedoe, how you know?
all that there, b_tch

- fyb j mane wooski

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