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yfg fatso - tweakers freestyle كلمات أغنية

[intro]
yeah, yeah (b_tch)
yeah, come on (b_tch)
yeah, come on (b_tch)
come on

[chorus]
drill scene, brought it back, everybody on gang sh_t, look at the n_ggas who you hang with (b_tch)
broad day, we’ll clap any n_gga and brain twist, after the hits, we gon’ lane switch (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, b_tch)
call the city iraq, we was born in chiraq, this the home of the devils, we flame sh_t (b_tch)
every day, n_ggas hustle and spill make blood splatter, we wakin’ up to the same sh_t (b_tch)
me and bro gettin’ rich, puttin’ thirties in gl!cks, jumpin’ out, givin’ n_ggas that bang kit
hoodie’s on and my gloves and you know i’m skied up, walkin’ through a cut, i’m on some gang sh_t (b_tch)
when you look at my book, i ain’t comin’ like them, still with everybody i came with
rest in peace to my members, lil’ doit, i miss you, you know the 8 still keep your name lit

[verse]
took it back with some old sh_t, feelin’ like durk in ’13, no, this ain’t what you want, b_tch (b_tch)
smokin’ n_ggas who love yellin’ loud on my name, but i’m smooth, i ain’t focused on old sh_t (b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, b_tch)
duffle bag with some money, i forgot i had you on band, i’ma give her an old strip (b_tch)
colored wood on the drac’, got this b_tch for the 8, lil dee callin’ like, “go, let me hold it” (b_tch, b_tch, b_tch, b_tch)
i’m gettin’ rich and i’m not stressin’ over no b_tch, i got the larger amounts, i can’t fold it (b_tch)
some n_ggas p_ssed, tell the ones i don’t like eat a d_ck, i ain’t never been out on no ho sh_t (b_tch)
if i’m slidin’, i’m takin’ me two in the whip, i know one, i’ma empty the whole clip (b_tch)
still got like thirty_four shots in the binary chop, let them get on my side, i’ma fold it (b_tch)
p_ssy, i’m in the real chiraq, real junky, i stopped takin’ pills like that (b_tch)
them who do know be like, “chill, so strapped, y’all the reapers, i see why y’all like that” (b_tch)
heard they lost four and they still ain’t get back, they be standin’ outside, they don’t wanna get back (b_tch)
n_gga, i got a florida wrap, talked to bro, said he got the florida packs
yeah, big_ass yawk with the holder up under the drum, you controllin’ the kick (brrt)
always do too much to get here, thinkin’ ’bout chris, he the reason i turned it to this (f_ck them n_ggas, man)
she might go anyway, catch a n_gga, he baked, i ain’t never take pics in the fit (b_tch)
drill time, we suitin’ up to go slide on them n_ggas, get in, you can’t be on no b_tch sh_t
alright, i’m on some rich sh_t, she on some turn lil’ go to her pimp sh_t (i ain’t spendin’ no money)
he on some trick sh_t, bought her a bag, but i wasn’t on no simp sh_t (b_tch)
i been high as the f_ck, i did it enough, told bro that i think i’ma quit this
know i offer them bread, but they losin’ they head, my lil’ shotty stay sendin’ from switches (ah)
[chorus]
drill scene, brought it back, everybody on gang sh_t, look at the n_ggas who you hang with (b_tch)
broad day, we’ll clap any n_gga and brain twist, after the hits, we gon’ lane switch (brrt, brrt, brrt, brrt, b_tch)
call the city iraq, we was born in chiraq, this the home of the devils, we flame sh_t (b_tch)
every day, n_ggas hustle and spill make blood splatter, we wakin’ up to the same sh_t (b_tch)
me and bro gettin’ rich, puttin’ thirties in gl!cks, jumpin’ out, givin’ n_ggas that bang kit
hoodie’s on and my gloves and you know i’m skied up, walkin’ through a cut, i’m on some gang sh_t (b_tch)
when you look at my book, i ain’t comin’ like them, still with everybody i came with
rest in peace to my members, lil’ doit, i miss you, you know the 8 still keep your name lit

- yfg fatso

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