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no features - fmb dz lyrics

[intro]
this sh*t classic, that’s where that money for
sh*t a blessing, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
the biggest whoop
this sh*t a gift
it’s the gift 3, motherf*cker
hmm
yeah

[verse]
n*gga, 2020, i ain’t doin’ no features
n*gga, you ain’t gang gang, i don’t need ya
bring her back, n*gga, you ain’t big squad, i don’t f*ck with you
all this motherf*ckin’ ice, don’t let a puck get you
n*gga, you’ve been actin’ funny, boy, what’s up with you?
i ain’t see you slide on sh*t, don’t know what’s up with you
when it all boil down, it’s ’bout the pape’, huh?
you feel an eight sign, i crack your sh*t, open that safe, huh?
yeah, you can book a show through kameele (through kameele)
next play i might get the richard mille, yeah*yeah
in the bentley truck and wraith gets me a feel (skrrt)
i had to cut some n*ggas off ’cause they wasn’t real (n*ggas fake as h*ll)
i’m goin’ rapper, i’d drop a n*gga still (bah)
i ain’t a trick, but i might pay a couple bills (i might throw somethin’)
don’t like her drip, so i might borrow some new heels (yeah)
and long d*ck the b*tch down, you know it’s adios
i’m a boss, i figured that sh*t out a long time ago (yeah)
i’m the type to have a dub on me, i be showin’ out (showin’ out)
three*thousand*dollar outfit on, i ain’t goin’ out (i’m just chillin’)
i be sh*t talkin’, when i move it’s a brick walkin’ (yeah)
i’m a rich n*gga, i’m the type you don’t get off him (nah)
i got good d*ck and big money, what you got to offer?
rj got a b*tch that go to work so we gon’ make her work
then she went to school to be a nurse, i gotta put her first
pull up in that black*on*black thing, ten in her purse (facts)
n*gga ever disrespect gang, hit him where it hurt (yeah)
we don’t give no passes, nah, it get ugly (yeah)
if i’m called the real whoop (hmm), sh*t get bl**dy
scoob, that’s my right hand (yeah), smokes like a pint man
i’m on stage performin’ with the glock, this b*tch a hype man (okay)
young dog only fourteen, he got his knife in
plus i got them k!llers outside until the night end
i got big power, n*gga, i can get obama touched
grown*man pape’, this type of sauce to get your mama f*cked (yeah)
top shotta, don dada, you ever heard of bro?
big whoop, big unc’, that’s who they murder for (yeah)
[outro]
yeah, this sh*t classic
sh*t a blessing, you know what i’m talkin’ ’bout?
the biggest whoop
this sh*t a gift

- fmb dz lyrics

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