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one take - fattmack lyrics

[intro]
(fatt, ayy)
fatt, (ayy), aye

[verse]
tell me how these n*ggas mad?
when i ain’t never hold my hand
to these b*tches, i be rude, i refuse to be your man
i’m the one, pop this xan, treat the blunt
i can’t stand, i sip lean with my lunch
20 beans in a month
up in [?], i spent a bunch
b*tch this high tech that i’m sippin’, but it look like fruit punch
made me spaz and now i’m trippin’
now i’m doin’ way too much
if you need me, b*tch, i got you, if you @ me in that clutch
in mobile gun from russia, spin my crib
n*gga think sh*t’s sweet, i’ma run out my house bussin’
when the f*ck you call me lackin’?
if i’m anywhere, i’m clutchin’
give a f*ck about the location, where you play where i’m gon’ dump it
i’m thе hardest in the city, my nuts hang like i’m a monkеy
bro go ape sh*t, i go donkey
ain’t no n*ggaa gon’ take nothin’
n*gga behind this tmk sh*t, it’s some serious repercussions
tryna take a n*gga’s soul on the phone, don’t discuss it
i’m out my body, out in public
lose my mind from bein’ a junkie
if i pull up, then we f*ckin’ if we don’t, i block your number
hearin’ words up in the wind, they want me k!lled and put me under
is these n*ggas really lyin’ and tellin’ lies?, sometimes i wonder
b*tch, the ball up in my hand, and i’m gon’ score it before i fumble
[outro]
‘fore i fumble

- fattmack lyrics

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