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had the knowledge - fatt macc lyrics

[intro]
trap, trap
trap, trap, trap (zell put waves on the tracks)
jugg music, n*gga
you ain’t juggin’, what you doin’?

[verse 1]
quarter to a hundred, n*gga, i ran it up takin’ risks
flew to houston with that dog sh*t, i got this kit from nick
tahoe, keep on ridin’ through, i ain’t gon’ lie, i’m paranoid
n*gga goin’ out sad about a b*tch, can’t lie, ain’t never goin’ (trap, it ain’t a hit, it ain’t hit house)

[chorus]
took a trip, he ain’t make it back (on god)
filled the truck up nothin’ but bag (it’s filled with bags)
flew to chico, went and met the grower (chico)
ain’t no way a n*gga goin’ flat (ain’t no way i’m goin’ flat)
these are purple jeans, showed my ass
b*tch was ugly, but she nothin’ but ass (on god)
f*cked a sack up, never had it (p*ssy)
said her baby daddy down bad (he down)

[verse 2]
camera’s on when i’m at the spot (yeah)
in the kitchen, it ain’t nothin’ but pots (trap)
filled the luggage up with nothin’ but pounds
when i board the plane, took the pilot (on god)
body filled up with oxycontins (percs)
bought the rolls, ain’t no sittin’ beside me (shh)
i done f*cked up two hundred thousand
really wish a n*gga had the knowledge
what you doin’ if you f*ck it up? what you doin’ if i front a dub?
what you doin’ if you send out everything, n*gga, and they don’t never come? (what you doin’?)
hundred dollars, zipped the whole pound (yeah)
went from sellin’ hoes to breakin’ down (on god)
get ’em gone, b*tch, i’m showin’ off
jugg mad they can’t go without it (jugg)
[chorus]
took a trip, he ain’t make it back (yeah)
filled the truck up nothin’ but bag (it’s filled with bags)
flew to chico, went and met the grower (chic)
ain’t no way a n*gga goin’ flat (yeah)
these are purple jeans, showed my ass
b*tch was ugly, but she nothin’ but ass (on god)
f*cked a sack up, never had it (on god)
said her baby daddy down bad (he down)

[verse 3]
bought a box, could’ve bought a jag’
what you need? everything candy
you don’t need insurance on the boat (on god)
what you need? everything landin’ (it comin’)
trap sh*t, know i got a passion (trap)
bought a brick, it might come in handy (on god)
trap here, juggin’ nothin’ but weed
droppin’ the number, still say i’m baby (on god)
“why you always reppin’ trap, fatt?”
streets said i brought the truck back (on god)
in and out the state every other day
trap house full of hash bags (pounds)
pull up on me, you can get a pound (on god)
pull up on me, spend a hundred thousand (trap)
pull up on me, you can buy a gram (trap)
dirty trap money, still countin’ (trap)
[chorus]
took a trip, he ain’t make it back (on god)
filled the truck up nothin’ but bag (it’s filled with bags)
flew to chico, went and met the grower (on god)
ain’t no way a n*gga goin’ flat (ain’t no way i’m goin’ flat)
these are purple jeans, showed my ass (yeah)
b*tch was ugly, but she nothin’ but ass (on god)
f*cked a sack up, never had it (on god)
say her baby daddy down bad (he down)

[outro]
camera’s on when i’m at the spot (yeah)
in the kitchen, it ain’t nothin’ but pots (it ain’t nothin’ but pots)
filled the luggage up with nothin’ but pounds (on god)
when i board the plane, took the pilot (yeah)
body filled up with oxycontins
bought the rolls, ain’t no sittin’ beside me (sh*t)
i done f*cked up two hundred thousand
really wish a n*gga had the knowledge
b*tch, really wish a n*gga told me, yeah
p*ssy*ass n*gga tried to ho me, yeah
hahaha, trap

- fatt macc lyrics

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