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my spot - turnaround music & fmb dz lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
(vonte on the beat, n*gga)
huh, pst, huh

[verse: fmb dz]
h*ll yeah, rap changed my life, i’m still hustlin’
sometimes i feel like people love me more when i was strugglin’
i don’t trust n0body, i feel like n*ggas want my spot
n*ggas want my shine, n*ggas want everything i got
before i let a n*gga get down on me, i’d rather rot
you know ain’t no ho in my blood, i come from the rock
ask about me on the eastside too, i get n*ggas shot
made them get a gun ’cause i had one, b*tch, i’m pop or die
if you ever see me by myself, just know i got thе fire
hit one of mines, i’ma hit yours, wе goin’ opp for opp
i let mj’s get my coupe clean, you know that’s my guy
n*gga run up on me in this b*tch, he must wanna fly
hit the smoke shop and grab a box of cubanos
me and skeetch flyin’ in the ‘vette on forgiatos
n*gga talkin’ all that fully talk like we ain’t got the os
i’ll have brodie jump out with that a and do your block blow
i advise you ho n*ggas to watch what you say to me
i take everything personal, so don’t play with me
put a nike tag on for a week and make a forty piece
somebody else gon’ take it, i might as well do it ’cause i know he sweet
big whoop, the biggest in america, yeah, you know it’s me
sometimes i had them days when i felt like i ain’t where i’m ‘posed to be
you think them n*ggas gangster, huh? them n*ggas hoes to me
pull up on your city by myself, b*tch, i got ‘bows for cheap
all i know is buy and sale, shout out to the clientele
up early servin’ everybody, meet me at john’s grill
phone bangin’, you know my door swingin’
ain’t sh*t to put you on the news, hope we both famous
and i see your b*tch in my view, what you need, baby?
hope you ain’t tryna set the play, you’ll bleed baby
they had bro locked for ten years, they need to free him
n*ggas actin’ like they hittin’ the road, but work at gm
them n*ggas ain’t even got more money than my bm
made a hundred thousand, ran with jerry*o, somebody call tim
notice all these n*ggas pushin’ peace and i ain’t mad at ’em
catch one of these n*ggas in the streets and throw a jab at him
or put some money on him, send a bag at him
ain’t no point in goin’ to kelly ’cause my rabs got him

- turnaround music fmb dz lyrics

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