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fa fa fa - otm & rassy bugatti lyrics

[verse 1: blue pesos]
too many sticks in the car, ain’t no stop for 12
12 a.m, spot an opp, we gon’ spark his ass
go ahead and paint him, would’ve thought we knew arts and crafts
put a mussle on him, know that k can’t hear you call for help
i’m a black belt, the chop know martial arts
keep on actin’ like a b*tch, n*gga, wait in the car
he with them guys, we gon’ hit a n*gga eighty times
get him stepped on like i knew his size
fa, fa, fa, n*gga cross the line
all my goons said they wanted guns, n*gga, f*ck designer
ten bands of hunduns, make it multiply
buddy seen sweet jesus, n*gga, oh my
“p, you crazy”, i’m just laughin’, n*gga, lol
i don’t depend on no n*gga, just me and myself
a dose to the face, i could hardly move
n*gga, watch your words ’cause we all gon’ shoot

[chorus: blue pesos]
fa, fa, fa, n*gga, say goodbye
shake him down, lay him on his back, n*gga, hold him down
word of advice, n*gga, don’t tell me calm down
bling bling, i told rami make it roll bounce, ugh
sh*t
fa, fa, fa, n*gga cross the line (sh*t)
fa, fa, fa, n*gga, say goodbye
[verse 2: blue pesos]
thought we was just artists ’til we slid on him
a b*tch ain’t sh*t, won’t drop a dime or a penny on her
every time i look at nina, oh, you so pretty
long stocking, baby, hit a lil’ 360
silly billy, i just shot a n*gga dread off
the foreign say two hundred on the dash so we sped off
finna give a n*gga his wings like a red bull
he should’ve stayed up out the streets, this wasn’t made for him
get a n*gga blitzed for these jewels, hitler, adolf
a 9 on my hip, tell the homie grab the ar
12 keep on askin’ where that gun? that’s a jame bond
i got some sh*t i gotta tell you, duff, face time me

[verse 3: rassy bugatti]
braat, sh*t
i just hit a n*gga with the milly rock
he tryna sting without a beam on plenty block
i make [?] stomp for any n*gga tryna get him a knot
i got plenty tiktoks, i was tryna blog my socks, ain’t even on vanish mode
million followers without a blue check on cash app, i’m parachutin’, ho
b*tch, i’ll blow this sh*t, i might drop my last sixty on a dayday, baby
this rose gold, b*tch, we got this knock knock sh*t in a choke hold
b*tch, slang me back to diamonds, boy, they gon’ reverse me
on a pair of p*ss i might f*ck around and lead the loaf
b*tch, slang me back to diamonds, boy, they gon’ reverse me
on a pair of p*ss i might f*ck around and bleed the loaf
[verse 4: duffy]
fa, fa, fa, he got fired up
yeah, every day i sh*t on opps ’til i’m tired of it
got name for you, n*gga should’ve seen the signs, n*gga
a lot of money, how i get it, plenty side hustles, n*gga
flash on him
good photography, i put you in a body bag, n*gga
go against the mussle, then it’s gon’ be bad for him
been up in my duffel, it’s just now my bag bigger, huh
now my diamonds roll bouncin’
you’d probably sell your soul for a couple hundred thousand
all i had to do was pop my sh*t, we too different
30 clips hit him, left boots and socks missing
sh*t
b*tch
free ras, n*gga
sh*t, fa, fa, fa
hmm

- otm rassy bugatti lyrics

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