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veeze – fat albert كلمات اغاني

[intro]
yo yo yo yo (load all the money), yo son, you don’t even know my style man [?]
word to mother

[verse]
he said he know a n_gga harder than ya boy, don’t lie to me
i’m pass what you tryna be, and i wasn’t even tryna be
i got n_ggas used to look up to me, they be tryna beef
i hope you don’t try boy, we strapped just like prada sneaks
everyday i wake up, n_ggas tryna get some clout from me
he swear he fighting demons, but ain’t never made a opp deceased
how the f_ck you drippin, d_mn near all that sh_t you rocking cheap
ion buy no bundles, cause my b_tch she bad ain’t got no weave
she beneficial, ride with me
spent yo check buying lean
you ignorant, you plot on me
i’ll give you wings like robin jeans
this b_tch, she really tripping, tryna f_ck me without topping me
we ballin like the pistons but we shooting for the roxy team
yea
til this day
you a little man, yea brodie told me what you said
i’m the bigger man, take chart, then i get it in
you a gimmick man, real talk, you just instagram
i can get the grams, white tan, they in the milligrams
i can send a man, all black, they’ll strip a man
we secure the bag, secret stash in the minivan
i throw on a mask, gimme that, boy don’t lift a hand
i just buss a juug, made 6 racks off a middle man
i could get you all of the boy, like i’m k!lla cam
get like 20 jags, clear the names, do that sh_t again
this fun, i should do this more often

[verse]
fake n_ggas shake hands, ain’t no friend in me
this the fifth time i poured dark and it ain’t hennessey
he work at gm, but rap about the bag, omg
i f_cked his bm, he telling n_ggas that we enemies
i got a dm, a n_gga said “do you remember me?”
my cousin asked me “did they find out who shot lil reese?”
how the f_ck i’m supposed to know?
on the caddy dueces on the front, the back got 23s
out in cali, got a plug to show you money grow on trees
in the a, my n_ggas driving foreigns down to sandy springs
why you staring? cause the new mclaren look like it got wings
i’m so high, it look like i’m mugging, b_tches say i’m mean
i just snuck the gun in the club, they ain’t pat on me (fah fah fah fah)
tragedy
how the f_ck is you a jackboy, you from battle creek?
you a peasant, i’m a king, i’m like omri casspi
since we put him on the shelf, he been looking ashy
let’s see, who can get a m the fastest
i make, his b_tch disappear like casper
he want, his baby back like fat b_st_rd
i won’t, let up boy, i’m adding pressure
i play, with the boy, like hugh hefner
i hey, hey hey fat albert
[outro]
gang gang gang man birthers only, wavy navy know what the f_ck going on man
free my n_gga peezy
you n_ggas wanna think like us
wanna take our, but it’s so hard (ooo)
you n_ggas wanna be like mike
you n_ggas wanna take our life
but it’s so hard

- veeze

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