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yfg fatso - come home كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(darknet)
yeah, look, look

[verse]
i’m raw with the paper count, know how to stack this sh_t
n_gga, that’s your ho, you the one claim her, you see me with her, her back be bent
i don’t do xans, remember the sh_t that i need, tryin’ not to relapse and sh_t
i was in cali, ain’t n0body know, i went out with the bros, i was f_ckin’ my active b_tch
feelin’ like sosa in ’12, i’m drowsy as h_ll, tell ’em provide actavis
we slide up like a snail, put sh_t on like nails, rap n_gga, but’ll clap your sh_t
i hate a thot ho gettin’ too loose out her lips, i be ready to smack a b_tch
shoot first, ask sh_t later, his eyes rolled back, it’s complete, we wrappin’ sh_t
okay, slight fifty, that’s on a bad day, trench sh_t, i grew up the bad way
i used to be outside hangin’ in gangways, really didn’t care what my dad say
he was locked up really, so we had to talk through a phone, sh_t resulted in a bad case
livin’ life on the edge and i ain’t wanna beg, had to hustle to make it the fast way
okay, standin’ outside on the block for a glock and some j, f_ck a cash day
they kids look up to me, guess i’m an idol, don’t drop out of school, take the math way
i committed myself, deleted my feelings too young, so in it the bad way
lighters fl!ckin’, the pastor just want us repentin’, but we still sinnin’ like every day
r.i.p. to the dead, it’s a church day, funeral, nightmare, birthdays
green in my pocket three_sixty_five, earth day, shake this b_tch up, start earthquakes
we runnin’ this ho like a game on the floor, i bet he won’t step out on the turf way
i don’t listen to many, it’s all in my head and myself, but i’m clear on what durk say
he a dead b_tch talkin’, a dead b_tch walkin’, i bet he end up with a he_rs_ play
‘hursday, feel tight, clappin’ sh_t up the worst way, now he lay up with a he_rs_ day
tryna let a b_tch breathe and don’t stay on her back, she gon’ take that lil’ room, it’s twerk sp_ce
i ain’t regrettin’ sh_t, maybe they done forget how i get in this cup with a smurk face
real street n_gga, built up the rank, everybody know go in the city
i got money in a safe, so do what i say, so i tell ’em reap out the city
gassin’ him up, dissed us, n_gga died next day, how he went out, a beautiful k!llin’
i had dude and them number, you wanna be real, i did not want the internet in it
crazy, i beef with internet b_tches
yellin’ on live, folks internet snitchin’
broad day, jumpin’ out cars, strap cl!ckin’
k!llin’ opp hoes if they play ’cause they with it
strike mode, blw missin’
first n_gga dropped, “how you know?” i was with him
i can’t say a lot ’bout what happened on winston
that’s dumb as f_ck, might as well plea at a district
too many opps, they’re created players, switched blocks, i do not wanna kick it, i’m chillin’
stay have to watch every n_gga that come around hot, if you reach for my diamonds, trilly
still in the box, but i’m out with my ankle on lock, i guess they ain’t that dumb, they feel it
k!ll every opp, if your homie a rat, get him dropped, 88 don’t indulge in snitchin’

- yfg fatso

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