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shovel - fat motion lyrics

[hook]
n*gga, i’m swinging my shovel
traphard, he a b*tch, that n*gga don’t really want trouble
that n*gga, he know he a ho
he look like a down bad clucka that’s smoking a colt
foot got in that room and he said what he know
them n*ggas they hot and they told on lil’ joe
foot hot as a b*tch, but he still getting smoked
them n*ggas sad as a b*tch, how you tell on your brother
i’m bending that corner and i’m swinging that cutter
n*gga, i’m bumping my stick, i ain’t going like tunkcas
black box records, we f*cking the opps’ baby mother’s
black box records, we f*cking the opps n*ggas’ b*tches
the b*tch got hit in her sh*t cause she thought she was trickin’
n*ggas, they know about us, we got fifties on fifties
n*ggas, they know about us, wе got boxes on boxes
n*gga, this sh*t ain’t gon’ end till wе crack all the foxes

[verse]
(?), they keep saying my name
gen 5, when i catch you, just know that i’m bringing the pain
gen 5, when i catch you, just know that i’m tapping that brain
n*ggas caught up with nino for thinking that sh*t was a game
n*ggas caught up with nino, i seen his lil’ ass catch a kit
who the f*ck is (lil wickin?), that n*gga ain’t never did sh*t (talking ’bout “ap all in the bag”, but that n*gga a b*tch)
shawty (?), caught a spit and a slap, he ain’t even do sh*t
n*ggas ain’t never did sh*t, man, that n*gga a ho’
i’ma cook hot steve, i’ma k!ll lil’ joe
his b*tch on my d*ck, and you already know
n*gga, she went for the gang, and that lil b*tch a ho’
black box records, you know that we up on the sco’
n*gga, i’m hoppin’ out quick and i’m swinging my door
n*gga, i’m swinging my door tryn’ catch me a hat
dreservin turned hot, he a baby cadet
i got a g23, i just slapped on the blatt
i got a g23, skeen gave me the box
b diddy, he locked and he watching the clock
b diddy all out the feds, and he watching his g*shock
get on yo’ ass and see you and q50 be kirkin, send 50 rounds all out this glock
[interlude]
n*gga, free all the men, n*gga
n*gga, free all the men, n*gga
f*ck all the*, them n*ggas be hot
them n*ggas some tippers
how the f*ck is yall telling on each other, n*gga? yall n*ggas some hoes
n*gga, i’ll catch youngfoot, i’ma fill him with holes, n*gga (free 50, free slug, free diddy, f*ck all the opps, black motherf*ckin*, tippin’ ass opp n*ggas, b*tch ass n*ggas, them n*ggas some b*tches, man…
let ’em know, cuz, them n*ggas hot as sh*t)

[hook]
n*gga, i’m swinging my shovel
traphard, he a b*tch, that n*gga don’t really want trouble
that n*gga, he know he a ho
he look like a down bad clucka that’s smoking a colt
foot got in that room and he said what he know
them n*ggas they hot and they told on lil’ joe
foot hot as a b*tch, but he still getting smoked
them n*ggas sad as a b*tch, how you tell on your brother
i’m bending that corner and i’m swinging that cutter
n*gga, i’m bumping my stick, i ain’t going like tunkcas
black box records, we f*cking the opps’ baby mother’s
black box records, we f*cking the opps n*ggas’ b*tches
the b*tch got hit in her sh*t cause she thought she was trickin’
n*ggas, they know about us, we got fifties on fifties
n*ggas, they know about us, we got boxes on boxes
n*gga, this sh*t ain’t gon’ end till we crack all the foxes, n*gga
[outro]
we gon’ crack all the foxes and celebrate n*gga, toast in the f*cking air, for you b*tch ass n*ggas, n*gga, on tall cro
i can’t wait to smack the sh*t out lil’*
boaw!

- fat motion lyrics

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