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mooch (da cloth) & rob gates - the fet factory كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
godd_mn
these places are rich out here, yo_yo_yo_yo_yo
n_gga, it’s the great, go and stand in line, n_gga
stay in the line, i ain’t got time for you n_ggas today, man
swear to god, yo, where my gun at, man?
yeah, man (yeah, man), yo_yo_yo_yo_yo
make sure you hit that backdoor, n_gga, you know the drill, man
ayo, don’t mind for my sh_t one, three times, man, i hate that sh_t (make sure that [?], word)
worry of me, n_gga

[verse]
yeah (yah)
big bundles of white, this sh_t chocolade (yeah, n_gga)
shoulda put the gold in, tick it up in your pocket (big goose, n_gga)
word to w_lly wonka, my factory get it poppin’ (bring, haha!)
this sh_t left for tappin’ (haha!), we stretch it out for the profit (yeah, n_gga)
won a couple packets, i blast you before you cop it (i might blast you, n_gga, just cop, f_ck outta here, n_gga)
won a fresh piece, i pulled it off, then i chop it
brandy with the whammy, i told her this candy toxic (this sh_t toxic!)
that b_tch turned blue as a berry with cherry stockings (haha!)
did a big bag, start flyin’ like mary poppins (word though [?], n_gga)
her face turned cold but that fetti was from the trumpets (yeah, n_gga, this sh_t hot)
dom peri’, my sh_t legendary
he bought a gram with his daddy, that sh_t hereditary (burnt that for the pops, n_gga, adio’)
he bought a [?], homie, this sh_t necessary
he got marched to god before febuary (that’s word of that, yo)
i let you tour the trap, you packed done already (yeah)
n_gga, we come first, never secondary, n_gga (ah!)

- mooch da cloth rob gates

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