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fucc det page - fblmanny lyrics

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f*ck my ig
i been poppin’ sh*t so hard, they actually tryna delete me
but i’ma keep on goin’ hard, i almost let it defeat me
my number 678*f*ckyou if you tryna reach me, aw man
how you let ’em get you? tryna turn a hundred to a band
or a thousand to a hundred grand, whatever they be sayin’
i don’t even know what it is, it’s probably this b*tch, she keep on spammin’
she only text me in that vanish mode, this b*tch an instagrammer
f*ck an instagram, i got this sh*t in real life, aw man
f*ck an instagram, i’m tryna f*ckin’ live life, aw man
f*ck an instagram, i’m tryna get these deals right
momma said, “i’m used to seein’ your face, this sh*t don’t feel right”
huh, son, you gotta pop yo’ sh*t
she like, “you look like shedeur sanders, how you show your wrist”
i was tryna make an extra ten, i said, “them turkeys in”
big bro said, “lil bro, you goin’ up, you can’t post a list”
they can’t stop a flyboy like me, i’ma pop my sh*t again and again
i can care less ’bout some followers, n*gga, money my only friend
as man, most you n*ggas got more followers than dollars
this instagram sh*t’ll turn a nerd n*gga to a robber
this instagram sh*t’ll turn a basic b*tch to models
this instagram sh*t’ll have you tricked like he got dollars
d*mn, this b*tch is skinny, but on instagram, she a coke bottle
n*ggas scammin’ on the instagram, havin’ cho problems
all this sh*t be cap as h*ll, all these apps be whack as h*ll
and they’ll probably delete that sh*t again, but i don’t give a d*mn
i’ma make another one and pop my sh*t again
aw man, i’ma make another one just to f*ck yo’ b*tch again
f*ck the guidelines, they got me on suspension
keep on sendin’ emails talkin’ ’bout verify your identity
i’m finna send an email back like, “f*ck you and your district”
call up mark zuckerberg, we gotta solve this issue
aw man, i got fans lookin’ for me, tryna see where the f*ck i went
i got hoes lookin’ for me, tryna pull up at the pent
i got plays lookin’ for me, tryna pull up and spend they rent
i don’t give a f*ck about the b*tches, it’s ’bout the money i’m missin’
gotta keep the labels lookin’, gotta keep the labels listenin’
i can’t lie, that sh*t there got me mad, that sh*t gon’ make me vicious
f*ck that page, f*ck that page
i can run it back up just off goin’ up with some pape’
i can run it back up just off droppin’ another tape
i can run it back up just off puttin’ it in they face
i can run it back up, i can run it back up
you keep worryin’ about them follows, n*gga, you better run your racks up, ah

- fblmanny lyrics

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