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lirik lagu fat did – ytb fatt

[intro]
fatt, what’s up with you?
what’s going on with it, man? what you doing man?
man, where we at with it man?
we in memphis, man. fresh from west memphis. just came ‘cross the bridge right quick to f*ck with you
f*ck you talkin’ ’bout? let’s get right into it
i’m ready, man
let’s do it
hahaha

[verse]
i don’t know what these n*ggas talkin’ about, fatt been had it
i been totin’ these cannons
you know that hoe want me, that’s why you holdin’ her for ransom
you ain’t ever got stopped by the police and made a bad ass b*tch put the dope in her panties
n*gga, i don’t give a f*ck ’bout this cheese, i’m havin’ it, give her four thousand, i ain’t braggin’
but she know this sh*t still some pimpin’, that’s why she call me “daddy”
n*gga, my hood f*cked up, evеrytime a opp die, they hit thе internet laughing
4500 a p, this ain’t wet*cake, n*gga this gumbo*package
walking through the airport smelling like super fly, i forgot to seal that package
scrolling through ig, see me on saycheese, i was [?]
pick that backend up, shoot back to the jet, (phew) back to the miami
n*gga, i got bd’s boppin’ they head, they know this g sh*t slamming
7 for 14, spent that g sh*t quick then go back to a zigga
n*gga, i don’t give a d*mn if i got one leg, stand on this sh*t correctly
him and his n*gga got hit up the same night but we caught ’em separate
all this sh*t i got myself into, i ain’t call n0body and say, “help me”
playin’ with me, that’s like eatin’ some candy, n*gga, this sh*t ain’t healthy
n*gga, hoe just text, “i’m pregnant”, finna book her a flight just to punch on her belly
i don’t give a d*mn if i cancel this meeting gotti, i’ma make sure y’all get it
(hrr, hrr) n*gga, don’t run from this, this ak a spine splitter
if y’all catch that p*ssy at mcdonald’s, i’m paying mcdouble to get ’em
i don’t care if he make it, n*gga, i’ll still give you ten*thousand if you hit ’em
i don’t know if he can take it, n*gga, these .556s rip through livers
20 young n*ggas around me, i know for a fact, 19 done k!lled some’ n*gga
n*gga, stop all that cappin’ and lyin’, you ain’t never seen sh*t get cooked up, n*gga
these n*ggas puttin’ on a image, you ain’t never seen none get whipped up, n*gga
you ugly as f*ck young n*gga, that’s why it look like you k!lled some’, n*gga
n*ggas ain’t shootin’ they pistols, i really hang around n*ggas that’s clappin’ n*ggas
i really hang with k!llers, n*gga ain’t grew up hanging ’round action figures
i know i just signed me a deal but before this sh*t, i been touched six figures
i was that young n*gga in my hood, like ‘hundred, i shoot, bet it, n*gga
i can’t send no hits through buddy, he gon’t talk, he ain’t ready, n*gga
i just got off the phone with lil meech, he say, “fatt, you ready, n*gga”
take that sh*t out the cabinet, i prefer that pot, n*gga, we don’t want that sk!llet
all these hoes be saying, “dj khaled”, n*gga fatt did it
[outro]
hahaha, you dig? uh huh
n*gga, i’m off three shots of liquor and sh*t. i’m right
hahaha

- ytb fatt

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