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took her to the o (king von diss) - fyb j mane lyrics

[chorus]
b*tch, i’m bdn, a bdk for queen von (queen von)
aye, shoutout to the g’s, 63rd where i’m from (aah, 63rd, aah)
all i smoke is fredo, it hit different in my lungs
i don’t play with kids, tell durk come get his son
b*tch, i’m bdn, a bdk for queen von (queen von)
aye, shoutout to the g’s, 63rd where i’m from (shoutout to the g’s)
all i smoke is fredo, it hit different in my lungs, b*tch (63rd, 63rd, 63rd)
i don’t play with kids, tell durk come get his son (hah)

[verse 1]
rapping ass n*gga always lyin’, telling stories (b*tch)
aye, long live brick, folk shoot sh*t like robert horry
aye shoutout to the gang, foenem take you out your glory
took your b*tch to the o, n*gga lemme tell the story (skrrt)
i pulled up in the o and they couldn’t see behind the tint
’cause my sh*t was all black like my motherf*cking bl!ck
had the glizzy on my lap with like .30 in that b*tch
i pulled up von’s sister with me, there’s already some fishy sh*t
but i was thirsty for some p*ssy, i was tryna f*ck the b*tch
i was tweaking off the henny, she was tryna hit a l!ck
but my momma ain’t raise no fool, i turned around and clapped the b*tch (grrah, grrah, grrah)
it’s two n*ggas in the park but i can’t leave no witnesses
hopped out let off 22 and montae told me finish it (grrah, grrah, grrah)
so i dumped the whole 30 like i ain’t got no common sense (brr, brr)
they like j mane calm down but i’m too turnt up in this b*tch (hah)
b*tch i’m mr. disrespectful, tookagang what i represent (hah)
[chorus]
b*tch, i’m bdn, a bdk for queen von (queen von)
aye, shoutout to the g’s, 63rd where i’m from (aah, 63rd, aah)
all i smoke is fredo, it hit different in my lungs
i don’t play with kids, tell durk come get his son
b*tch, i’m bdn, bdk for queen von (queen von)
aye, shoutout to the g’s, 63rd where i’m from (shoutout to the g’s)
all i smoke is fredo, it hit different in my lungs, b*tch (63rd, 63rd, 63rd)
i don’t play with kids, tell durk come get his son (hah)

[verse 2]
took a right on 63rd, do the dash, then flame up the gas (63rd)
police on my ass, they can’t catch me, call me super fast (skrrt, hah)
stripper b*tch, stay on parkway, she on section 8 (what? (b*tch)
yea i f*ck her time to time but tonight tryna f*ck her face
k!ll a opp, name him after weed, on the c*cky sh*t
i ain’t never met [?] in person, still smoke his sh*t
smoke the sh*t, smoke his ass, f*ck around and flame his ass (gang)
b*tch i never cared, i’m 63rd, you knew i never care

- fyb j mane lyrics

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