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yfg fatso - free drac كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(they got wooskii on the mix)
(santanastar beats)

[chorus: yfg fatso & mondoesix4]
i’m flyin’ out water all week, i’m used to the way that the streets go
i’m hot, i could make this sh_t pop once i get in the trap, days gettin’ the bang
i’m super, got label in me, could’ve stuffed 30k in my t__th, though
they never knew what i’d be, once they left it on me, i went up, got a name
b_tches don’t get my attention, i’m bigger and richer, i know hoes chasin’ the fame
he standin’ tall like a k!ller, get put in that blendеr, we fifty_six deep, all aim
murder city, i’m still ridin’ ’round in the ‘raq with a drac’ and a big_ass chain
n_ggas ain’t lookin’ for mе, murder cry when i sleep, i was nowhere near nothin’, never came (clapp)

[verse 1: mondoesix4]
you know what i bang, sixty shots up in the drac’, make it rock, give no f_ck what he claim
these b_tches be lame, everybody tryna get on the side of me since i copped me a chain, better stay in your lane
don’t get put on that list, yeah, the bouncers, they itchin’ and thirsty to paint
just give ’em a name, we ain’t worried ’bout the opps right now, they been losin’, let up, i just can’t
it’s still free drac, still screamin’ that bounce out sh_t, to be honest, it’s time to get paid
make him roll in his grave, yeah, he died tryna trade him a pipe, anywho, left a hole in his brain
i pop out with flames, i’m a face where i’m from, better know about me, they don’t play no games
thought i was gon’ change, should’ve thought about all that blood we done spilled, i been had me a name

[chorus: yfg fatso]
i’m flyin’ out water all week, i’m used to the way that the streets go
i’m hot, i could make this sh_t pop once i get in the trap, days gettin’ the bang
i’m super, got label in me, could’ve stuffed 30k in my t__th, though
they never knew what i’d be, once they left it on me, i went up, got a name
b_tches don’t get my attention, i’m bigger and richer, i know hoes chasin’ the fame
he standin’ tall like a k!ller, get put in that blender, we fifty_six deep, all aim
murder city, i’m still ridin’ ’round in the ‘raq with a drac’ and a big_ass chain (santanastar beats)
n_ggas ain’t lookin’ for me, murder cry when i sleep, i was nowhere near nothin’, never came
[verse 2: yfg fatso]
diamonds on, i roll up, smokin’ paper, burn the opps to the face out a fat_ass backwood
bad lil’ shorty, he itchin’ to get a way out, all souls in his gen, he don’t act good
missed me in, but i still gotta go stand out, i’ll never fit in, i don’t track good
fifty_shot drums, the kids won’t never get love, tryna k!ll, they can’t read, but they clap good
phone all black or vanilla, just holdin’ the thrax, i’ma let that b_tch if she jack good
me thinkin’ back on some sh_t i can’t change or get back, i was talkin’ to bro ’bout the fat club
i ain’t f_ckin’ with n0body, you let a man in this [?] only ’cause i know clapp would
don’t give no f_ck ’bout no blood, let a n_gga try buggin’ with me, on my kids, i’ll clap cuz
all pressure when i burned up, fire him up, newest pack in the city
we finna roll out, my youngest shooter was showin’ out, can’t even say how he did it
if it’s old or new, i’ma do what it do, f_ck the jakes, put the key in ignition
every time i see a n_gga i don’t like, bakin’ his ass, forty_one out the kriss

- yfg fatso

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