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lirik lagu what’s the word – fbg young

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[chorus: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
ayy, dutcho, what’s the word?
nothin’, but them birds, huh
desert eagle, bird, huh
leave you on the curb, huh
new vellano swerve, huh
ridin’, bussin’ serves, huh
i’m tryin’ to duck the yerks, huh
’cause they gettin’ on my nerves, huh
godumb, what’s the move?
sh*t, loadin’ up this glock
well investin’ if i flop
i heard n*ggas want my spot
count up back, it’s a lot
front your move, we off your top
i got bricks like building blocks
[?] i got chops, uh*yea
[verse 1: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
ayy, bro, dutcho, where ya been?
with my b*tch, she spanish, eh
on an island timid
she like, “dutcho, you too mannish,” uh
got them bands, i’m bandin’ up
[?] i rent it, uh
[?] we bandin’ up
foe ‘nem [?] can’t stand with us
ayy, godumb, where you been?
i’m with the plug [?]
he know i’m magician, bought a few, and he gon’ front me some
i got no f*cks given, never cared, i never gave a f*ck
run up if you buck, potato on it, make your ass hot
sleepin’ with the tec, he get slapped he sleepin’ on me
i jingle like bells, and dope, ki’
this thot got the box, wanna throat me
my b*tch coochie fat, i make that b*tch stash a whole ki’
lil’ b*tch been on d*ck, yeah, she told me
laid up with the b*tch, she like, “hold me”

[chorus: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
ayy, dutcho, what’s the word?
nothin’, but them birds, huh
desert eagle, bird, huh
leave you on the curb, huh
new vellano swerve, huh
ridin’, bussin’ serves, huh
i’m tryin’ to duck the yerks, huh
’cause they gettin’ on my nerves, huh
godumb, what’s the move?
sh*t, loadin’ up this glock
well investin’ if i flop
i heard n*ggas want my spot
count up back, it’s a lot
front your move, we off your top
i got bricks like building blocks
[?] i got chops, uh*yea
[verse 2: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
put my neck on glacier, huh
beat the pot, joe frazier, huh
f*ckin’ n*ggas’ b*tches
diamonds glistenin’, sonny liston, huh
stackin’ sh*t up for my son
’cause my mama need them acres
future brighter than the sun
gots me feelin’ like the lakers, huh
rollie my wrist, no [?], huh
foreign my whip, no state bus, huh
text the lil’ b*tch like, “wait up,” huh
i got somethin’ for your face, no makeup, huh
ayy, godumb, where you been?
no and one, sellin’ rocks
got that skrrt*skrrt off that lot
keep that skoo*do*do, i heard they plottin’
ayy, bro, dutcho, where ya been?
everywhere these n*ggas ain’t
doin’ sh*t these n*ggas can’t
spillin’ clout like it’s some paint, huh
godumb, what’s the move?
sh*t, i’m lit, i’m that n*gga now
back then, they ain’t want me
now i’m hot and they feel me now
[chorus: fbg young & fbg dutchie]
ayy, dutcho, what’s the word?
nothin’, but them birds, huh
desert eagle, bird, huh
leave you on the curb, huh
new vellano swerve, huh
ridin’, bussin’ serves, huh
i’m tryin’ to duck the yerks, huh
’cause they gettin’ on my nerves, huh
godumb, what’s the move?
sh*t, loadin’ up this glock
well investin’ if i flop
i heard n*ggas want my spot
count up back, it’s a lot
front your move, we off your top
i got bricks like building blocks
[?] i got chops, uh*yea

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