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ytb fatt, big homiie g & dee mula - backed in كلمات أغنية

[verse 1: ytb fatt]
ah, ah, ah
made more m’s, went and got more k!llers
every n_gga i love, i made they bond
i got real k!llers ‘cross the country
never thought about pressin’ me ’cause they love me
presidential f_ckin’ rollie, look like trump
for this b_tch, they’ll k!ll your kids and mama
phone call with bro, he back in the hole
finna finish this smoke, f_ck goin’ gold
i know them p_ssies comin’ if they get my lo’
they gave bro fifty_somethin’, want fifty for a show (thousand)
lit for real, i know (pop it), rich for real, i know (rover)
gangster work (stylin’), one f_ckin’ wink, they’ll k!ll you with this pole (foxes)

[verse 2: big homiie g]
what’s the temperature? all this ice on me, i’m freezin’
b_tch say she saw me in person, d_mn near stopped breathin’ (woah)
you gon’ f_ck me for this cash or not? ho, stop teasin’
remember i went flawless for the first time, i couldn’t stop cheesin’ (cheese)
it’s gettin’ cold, break out them coats, you know it’s glock season (woah)
i might f_ck around and get you whacked for no reason (woah, woah)
lil’ bro itchin’ for a body, don’t you be the one (be the one)
i can’t lie, my eyes low behind these saint laurents
i don’t know what n_ggas thinkin’, i been had my status up
all the cheese that i f_ck off, i might go buy a ‘rari truck (skrrt)
go to saks with fatt tomorrow, blow a twenty, f_ck it up
yeah, them n_ggas rap and tote a gun, but they ain’t tough as us (woah)
we gon’ get him zipped up, touched up and b_tton him up (what else?)
pastor child, shouldn’t’ve crossed the guys, lord bless his heart
[verse 3: dee mula]
i can’t take him serious, he ain’t on nothin’, he a f_ckin’ fraud
fully on me now, need no security, that’s my bodyguard
hop out the car, get up close, push up on him, stop his whip
n_ggas ain’t survivin’ the sh_t i got stuffed up in this clip
the news say he got hit fifty times, you think they lied?
doa, couldn’t get back up, doctors gon’ be wastin’ they time
i baked this cake for a month straight just to tap dude across his face (tap, tap)
spent 10k on some hot cars, them my n_ggas trailin’ with dracs
we get the job done, caught him pants down, that boy could not run
say he want some smoke, let’s cut these phones off and have fun
i got shootin’ sk!lls like i’m gettin’ coached by james bond
john wick, caught him tryna run, he got stuck on the fence (come here)
caught one n_gga fishin’ with his b_tch, guess who slow with the fish?
i was broke, now that sh_t fixed, they started the war, now they tryna quit
they throwin’ flags in, they really broke, some mad men
you gotta know when we pull up, don’t pull forward, back in
i’m high as f_ck off percocets and dead kin, them bags in
i can’t beef with no police, you n_ggas rats, your ass win

- ytb fatt big homiie g dee mula

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