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yfg fatso – racing كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(big time)
come on, come on
frr, frr, come on
uh, come on, uh, come on
yeah, frr, frr

[chorus]
i seen that f_ck n_gga run back home when the sh_t went wrong, he dippin’
don’t tell i’m nothin’ like none of them n_ggas, i promise you, gang, we different (i’m not)
i talked to god on my way home from hits, he said i’m gifted (come on)
i talked to god, but i kick rocks with satan, how i’m gon’ be christian? (how i’m gon’ be christian?)
it’s nothin’ but blood under my shoes, i stepped out rockin’ christian (frr)
i’m ready to bug, n_gga, i might lose it, play with me, i’m gon’ k!ll you (yeah, come on, come on)
this chain big, ap my wrist, n_gga, i ain’t no d_mn civilian (h_ll nah)
you can think i am, but your b_tch know me, that’s why she ate my children (come on, come on)

[verse]
it’s all black on them hits, n_gga, you can’t see no skin (you can’t)
you stay wantin’ to play, act like you up in the mix, we know though ’cause you can’t blend (you can’t)
n_gga, we was the ones started ridin’ in strikers and got to slidin’ on the ‘gram (come on)
and we made everybody else go and get in the strikers and got to shootin’ once again (come on)
you know that we learned that sh_t from somebody, but i can’t bring them in (shh)
when i was in jail, i locked it up, had some n_ggas givin’ they pin (come on)
up in juvie, i wasn’t like none of them, i had two of each item in bin (don’t play)
tryna play with that k, n_gga gon’ get baked, f_ck around when fred and me bend (frr, frr, frr)
i told you that i’m a soldier, n_gga, i can’t give no statements (not none)
one time, they said my case was over and thought that sh_t was gon’ make me (they thought)
i been hit hoes at just fourteen, had twenty_five bodies, don’t play with me (don’t do it)
was stickin’ my d_ck in and out of them hoes, why the i’ma use a safety?
i hit a b_tch raw, my song went up, now she claim she feel the baby
i can’t say, “yeah,” and i can’t say, “no,” if i cheated, i’m tellin’ her, “maybe” (it’s done)
i go get around, they grabbin’ my pants, it look like they tryna rape me (like why?)
can’t have your phone inside your hand around me actin’ shaky (uh_uh)
blackout for my stick, i’m lurkin’
backseat with your b_tch, suburban (frr, frr)
i ain’t cry ’bout sh_t, i learned it
don’t what i spent, i burned it
i put work in, b_tch, i earned it
indian b_tch, she don’t know what a perc’ do
one guy ain’t get through that surgery
where my strap? they tryna purge me (they tryin’)
i’m tryna f_ck somethin’ off this perc’, b_tch d_mn near think i’m thirty (she thought)
you better not run off and leave your man, this sh_t in my hands for emergencies (frr)
i don’t wanna have to go ride the vin and spin ’til it stop workin’
but we’ll go and get in that b_tch, come fry anythin’ through your hood like church’s (we will)
i been gave n_ggas the ups, they walked in on they own (i did)
i’m turnt as f_ck, but humble enough, i gotta know what’s goin’ on
i really be stayin’ have to dodge a n_gga, i’m not tryna do no songs (i’m not)
you know what it is, just catch him and blitz him, you don’t gotta call no phone (you don’t)
[chorus]
i seen that f_ck n_gga run back home when the sh_t went wrong, he dippin’ (he gone, he gone)
don’t tell i’m nothin’ like none of them n_ggas, i promise you, gang, we different (they know what i’m on)
i talked to god on my way home from hits, he said i’m gifted (frr, frr)
i talked to god, but i kick rocks with satan, how i’m gon’ be christian? (how i’m gon’ be that?)
it’s nothin’ but blood under my shoes, i stepped out rockin’ christian (come on, come on)
i’m ready to bug, n_gga, i might lose it, play with me, i’m gon’ k!ll you (come on)
this chain big, ap my wrist, n_gga, i ain’t no d_mn civilian (i’m not)
you can think i am, but your b_tch know me, that’s why she ate my children

[outro]
she ate my cum, n_gga
yeah, come on
she ate my—
frr, frr, you can think i—
she ate my—

- yfg fatso

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