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ytb fatt - that what you got كلمات أغنية

[intro]
(you’ll fly too if you link with frenchie)
ooh

[verse]
i go for the same sh_t twice, i’d be a fool
i came in the game to take over, p_ssy, make some room
huh, all my car v10 engines, go, “vroom”
you look like you accost the hoes i f_ck, fastest way to lose
my opp’ll eat a d_ck to get posts on the shade room
can’t believe these the type of n_ggas that say we into it
i pimped on that ho, she was easily influenced (oh my gosh)
nba hawks game, rick owen boots on the wood
sittin’ by me courtside, modеl ho look jewish
huh, ho so bad, on the b_tch screamеd, “pay the p_ssy” (on god)
can’t forget how they paid with me, can’t forget how they played a g
can’t forget how she played with me, i had told the ho, “come stay with me”
man, i hate i let this ho lay with me, yeah
a gang member what they label me, uh
i’m back on that time again, got back droppin’ dimes again
i can’t too much vibe with men, i’m back ’round my crackhead friends
i’m back ’round the motherf_ckers that stickin’ they arms with heroin pens
if i’m back ’round this, i’m supposed to win, mm
i’m back around, hold the charge, n_gga put behind the police, tell him give me your shin
i’m back ’round hoes come outside, mismatch, start switchin’ for the philippines (the ratchet)
i’m back ’round young n_ggas that’ll put a wig on just to go get revenge (get to clappin’)
i seen most of these f_ck n_ggas turn to the opps, they once my friends
can’t let a n_gga come ’round tryna tear down what i built this time
i ain’t got no time for no n_gga ain’t pick up what i’m puttin’ down
she was a go_getter, n_gga got off of pimpin’, now all she know is lay down and cry
play with a real n_gga, settle for a lame maggot b_tch, that’s what you got
you got played, b_tch, that’s what you got, got your heart broke, that’s what you got
got your sh_t took, that’s what you got, got your b_tch took, that’s what you got
ho got cheated on, that’s what you got, he got rich looks but he ain’t got nothin’
she a thieve, i can tell from the front, when she see me, put her hair in a bun
count the opps, i gotta sell me they gun, whack all on ’em and i bought all they guns
rockin’ a blank with a gun, not a cousin, he ain’t one of us but i can’t say he wasn’t
spent my whole album check on b_ttons, my hoes call me fox, my lil’ cuz call me cuddy
put your trust in a fox, make the buzzer, uh, uh
that right there, fox trey, get the cutter
how many hoes on the way? ’bout a dozen
uh, every time i come around they be stealin’ my sauce (frrt, frrt)
uh, so f_ckin’ piped up, get you k!lled for a post (frrt, frrt)
huh, pulled up in the lam’, dipped in the ghost (skrrt, skrrt, vroom)
wearin’ all this ice walkin’ on a cadence floor (in the trap)
got so many f_ckin’ ‘bows, more than bae smoke (sittin’ in my lap)

- ytb fatt

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