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been fucced - fatt macc lyrics

[intro]
yeah, yeah
b*tch
maybach music, n*gga
this benz truck sh*t, n*gga
on god (yeah)

[chorus]
white b*tch suckin’ d*ck in the back seat of the benz truck (the back)
shawty askin’ for a threesome, ain’t that what your friend for? (on god)
he was tryna run off on the kid, i got him hemmed up (cook him)
ain’t no way you beefin’ ’bout a b*tch that i done been f*cked (trap)
white b*tch suckin’ d*ck in the back seat of the benz truck (uh, white b*tch suckin’ d*ck)
shawty askin’ for a threesome, ain’t that what your friend for? (ain’t that what your friend—)
he was tryna run off on the kid, i got him hemmed up (on god)
ain’t no way you beefin’ ’bout a b*tch that i done been f*cked

[verse]
you the same n*gga with a switch and ain’t got ten bucks (on god)
binary on the arp, i got it rigged up
every n*gga ’round me havin’ motion, b*tch, the gigs up (on god)
if you gotta rollie, that’s a trophy, i’m trapped out and f*cked (trappin’)
too much motion, can’t control it, say i got the streets on lock (on god)
trap house musty, no deodorant, b*tch, that’s all these pounds of ‘za (wake)
why the opps ain’t got no whip? beefin’ and ain’t got a car (you broke*ass n*ggas)
three thousand just for a zip, said it molly by the rock
youngin’ ‘nem deep in the hood (on god), ran out of tris, i’m sippin’ green
we sell tuss’ in alabama, probably look like this b*tch on beans (on god)
can’t cuff her, she for the team, low numbers, i k!lled his dream (i k!lled him)
four hundred, she let me f*ck her, grew up off of pork and beans (on god)
pokin’ like a porcupine (pokin’), pockets lookin’ diabetic (yeah)
she bustin’, i wait in line, f*cked her while she wore my necklace (f*cked while she wore it)
trap n*gga, i dropped the chevy (yeah), they f*cked him, he dropped the soap (trap)
he got off still playin’ gangster, p*ssy, we already know it (b*tch)
[chorus]
white b*tch suckin’ d*ck in the back seat of the benz truck (yeah, in the back seat of that benz)
shawty askin’ for a threesome, ain’t that what your friend for? (the f*ck?)
he was tryna run off on the kid, i got him hemmed up (on god)
ain’t no way you beefin’ ’bout a b*tch that i done been f*cked (no way you beefin’)
white b*tch suckin’ d*ck in the back seat of the benz truck (yeah, in the back seat of that benz)
shawty askin’ for a threesome, ain’t that what your friend for? (ain’t that what your friend for?)
he was tryna run off on the kid, i got him hemmed up (on god)
ain’t no way you beefin’ ’bout a b*tch that i done been f*cked

[outro]
ain’t no way you beefin’ ’bout no b*tch i done been f*cked
he was tryna run off on the kid, i got him hemmed up
on god, trap

- fatt macc lyrics

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