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yfg fatso - reap the city p2 lyrics

[intro]
(swaggyono)
(i’m working on dying)
come on, yeah, come on

[chorus]
at any given chances, we gon’ drench the man (woah, woah)
only got one hat, the f_ck is that? you ain’t no drencher then (woah, woah)
this b_tch gettin’ in v live with all these hoes, just bring my n_ggas in (woah, woah)
pattin’ his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can’t bring his pistol in (woah, woah)
thumbin’ through racks, r.i.p. to lil’ do it, he checked, i’ll never forget my mans (woah, woah)
he used to come as a threat, he was ready to press anytime, he’ll sic a man (woah, woah)
no dog, but shorty a dog when he holdin’ the yawk, wintertime, hе the christmas man (woah, woah)
they ain’t know i ain’t beliеve that much in a god, why i got scriptures then? (woah, woah)

[verse]
headlocks, we who puttin’ this rap sh_t up in headlocks (woah, woah)
deadshot, he heard the 10 rock sh_t, made his legs stop (woah, woah)
i will not fall victim or play with no man (woah, woah)
we was worse, my brother seen the he_rs_, said, “f_ck it,” called it god’s plot (woah, woah)
still me, just a lil’ more knots, i guess i’m overheat (woah, woah)
f_ck me ’til i’m tired and fall asleep, wake up, get somethin’ to eat (woah, woah)
only me and my reaps, or course, you know my squad reap (woah, woah)
young 8 ‘nem was dangerous, we had glizzies, postin’ all week (woah, woah)
this life ain’t no game, once you start bangin’, this sh_t all week (woah, woah)
post up, i be hangin’ all while i can’t indulge in danglin’ (woah, woah)
caught his first one, told him frame, he robbin’ sh_t, but it wasn’t all sweet (woah, woah)
she might suck me nice, my favorite goat, but i can’t stand sleep (woah, woah)
lay me down in my bed, if i snitch, somebody lay me down (woah, woah)
take it all back, know i’m good, i ain’t never gon’ rat, if i would, i’ll k!ll me now (woah, woah)
get more lo’s and camp on ’em ’til he come out, we ain’t come here to not get wild (woah, woah)
drac’ on a mission, i’m knowin’ this dangerous rounds, i ain’t come here to not get loud (woah, woah)
off, i’m sellin’ fiends the hardest off, it don’t matter, they trip me out (woah, woah)
we set it off, we the first ones up the ‘hawk, we ain’t known to be playin’ around (woah, woah)
this sh_t raw, if a n_gga say turn me off, got it on me, just playin’ a foul (woah, woah)
i’m way too hard for the industry, but they ain’t gate when i speak out (woah, woah)
what the f_ck do he mean?
i guess he ain’t think it was real ’til he got peeled, we up, doa (woah, woah)
you talk off of triller and all your real clout, put ‘wood in face (woah, woah)
i can’t sit in my hood, they spicy as f_ck and the pigs, they’ll know my face (woah, woah)
i guess i can’t cry about none of these b_tches, they feelin’ me literally every new state (woah, woah)
i guess it ain’t wrong, we took what a n_gga was eatin’, how he gon’ survive without no plate? (woah, woah)
i’ll bring ’em out with them members, but, nah, i ain’t takin’ ’em on no dates (woah, woah)
i guess i done did too much at a young age, it ain’t that much in my way (woah, woah)
i just be goin’ to work, i don’t sit up in church, so you know i wasn’t sayin’ my grace, but i’m tryna pray (woah, woah)
tryna dodge a fed sentence, i don’t wanna die up in jail, i’m way too hard (woah, woah)
we’ll leave his dreads twisted, two shot out the 10, loose up his locks (woah, woah)
this was ‘posed to been here, i been grindin’, i do this a lot (woah, woah)
this sh_t ain’t no skit, he play with foenem, switch a tiny box (woah, woah)
too many rumors around my name ’cause all these thots (woah, woah)
don’t trust hoes, lil’ bro, they quick to f_ck off they emotions and that’ll get somebody shot (woah, woah)
don’t read the blogs about me, tell ’em to eat my c_ck (woah, woah)
and i been steppin’ on sh_t with my feet, feelin’ comfortable, ho, i’m in high_top crocs (woah, woah)
just do it ’til i say stop
[chorus]
at any given chances, we gon’ drench the man (woah, woah)
only got one hat, the f_ck is that? you ain’t no drencher then (woah, woah)
this b_tch gettin’ in v live with all these hoes, just bring my n_ggas in (woah, woah)
pattin’ his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can’t bring his pistol in (woah, woah)
thumbin’ through racks, r.i.p. to lil’ do it, he checked, i’ll never forget my mans (woah, woah)
he used to come as a threat, he was ready to press anytime, he’ll sic a man (woah, woah)
no dog, but shorty a dog when he holdin’ the yawk, wintertime, he the christmas man (woah, woah)
they ain’t know i ain’t believe that much in a god, why i got scriptures then? (woah, woah)

[outro]
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah

- yfg fatso lyrics

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