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fyb j mane - exposin me كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
aye, big fyb b-tch i ain’t tryna talk
y’all know what the f-ck is goin’ on, don’t talk to me
big fyb i thought that
graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa, graaa
aye, this how imma do this one

[verse]
i’m ridin’ through the ‘raq smoking’ la cause that rapper dead
this a real rapper weed i’m tired of smoking’ tirehead
n-gg-s talking crazy but i know y’all heard my dead opps
kobe got his -ss caught, j-money took a headshot
catch an opp we wack an opp b-tch you can’t out run red dot
lost my f-ckin’ man [?] rg to a tire shop
ever since that f-ckin’ day won’t catch me without my d-mn glock
where the f-ck is waldo i ain’t seen em’ got his -ss dropped
they found nuski stuffed up in a car just like they did pac
caught a goofy tryna buy some shoes, he got his -ss shot
they say “hey j mane what you smokin’?” b-tch 300 dead opps
where the f-ck is fredo buried at so i can dig em’ up
heard he overdosed off lean d-mn, wish i hit him up
mr.disrespectful, problem child i never gave a f-ck
n-gg-s act like b-tches straight, madeas pull your panties up
big fyb b-tch if you ain’t gang then you can’t hang with us
tookaville to archiegang b-tch i’m never changin’ up
lil steve got hit up on king drive and he ain’t gettin’ up
memo steady makin’ disses b-tch go pick you brother up
caught la comin’ out that studio and then they lit him up
la probably still be livn’ lil durk shouldn’t have g-ssed him up
f-ck your favorite rappers n-gg-s p-ssy imma smack them up
free the opps up out the county, b-tch i wanna line em’ up
free the opps up out the county, b-tch i wanna light em’ up
i don’t know who to smoke (b-tch), i don’t know who to smoke
they got so many dead n-gg-s, i don’t know who to smoke
i don’t know who to smoke (b-tch), i don’t know who to smoke
they got so many dead n-gg-s, i don’t know who to smoke
stello got hit in his sh-t
lil rob got hit with the mop
f-ck 600 o’block
we comin’ through with them chops
if they standing’ outside we gonna shoot up the block
j-money got shot in the face he was walking down rhodes and we made him a day
goofy we don’t play better watch what you say
he dissin’ the gang he get k!lled in a day
shootas in the cut like paper
[?] we got glocks with them lasers
we catch ’em, we smoke ’em, no p-ssin’ no favors
i’m smokin’ t.roy 300 the flavor
i’m tired of these rappin’ -ss n-gg-s
they wanna be gangsta, i swear that these n-gg-s some lames
you thinkin’ sh-t sweet, you mention the guys
you think it’s a gang, get k!lled for a name
every time they make a diss anotha’ oppa gettin’ dropped
t.roy tried to run but he couldn’t make it to the car
shytsplack gang get on yo -ss, you won’t make it very far
all my n-gg-s bdk and this sh-t’ll never stop

- fyb j mane

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