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fetty - the prodigy lyrics

[intro]

yeah
yunno what the f*ck going on n*gga(straight up)
b*tch, ya dig (huh)
ayy, ayy (look)

[hook]
i gotta get it, man i ain’t got no choice i’m making that breadie. (no)
i’m grinding steady, i ain’t getting no sleep i need all these fetty
welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti (cash)
shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how i love it

[verse 1]
most of my n*ggas be taliban, they gon scare off your ass like the bogeyman
i’m the neighborhood shooter, like spiderman
working hard cos a n*gga want the bands
i let my dogs of the leash (leash) louis v up on my sleeves
police can’t stop i’m f*cking legit
these n*ggas too nosy, just gеt off my d*ck
my trap moving steady bih i’m on a streak
y’all be acting likе kids just get out my face cos you lame n*ggas weak
you ain’t telling me money then i’m not tryna speak
my b*tches all bad they brown and unique
i swerve out the lot sleek like i’m reek
girl stop all the talking and get on your knees
you f*ck my cash you gone gees (yeah)
play with my money you get in trouble
when i beating up coochie i’m beating double or even triple, i ain’t doing single, they all wanna mingle, but i never mingle. i be soaring up high like a f*cking eagle
ocho ciento n*gga i done made it double
i be out in the streets causing lotta troubles
with my goons n*gga we cause lotta troubles
cop a new crib, cop a new whip, cop a new wrist, i want all that sh*t
check out my clique, check out my bih , check out my wrist we overlit
i make em mad when i f*ck on they b*tches, last n*gga tried me got too many stitches
when i was broke n*ggas called me a leech
now i pull up and show off these ice on my wrist

[hook]

i gotta get it, i ain’t got no choice i’m making that breadie. (huh)
i’m grinding steady, i ain’t getting no sleep i need all these fetty(yeah)
welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how i love it

[verse 2]

shawty wanna f*ck on the gang gang
beat a lil n*gga ass it’s a gang bang
n*gga all about cheese i don’t play games
hit a bih from the back didn’t know her name
young n*gga look fresh in these balmains
too cool for a fight on a cool day
kick a bih out the house like liu kang
i got money on my head like a toupee. (godd*mn)
patek freeze, reach for my arm you finna bleed
got money infection, can’t cure the disease
she don’t wanna leave, i told her to strip
n*ggas be hating cos i got the keys
stop that sh*t n*gga, you weak
i work over night, i’m getting no sleep
all work and no play we busy like bees (of course n*gga)
[hook]

i gotta get it, i ain’t got no choice i’m making that breadie. (huh)
i’m grinding steady, i’m not getting no sleep i need all these fetty(yeah)
welcome to the party where we throwing up racks, we throw no confetti
shawty gon buss it, do a split on the d yunno how i love it. i

- the prodigy lyrics

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