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lirik lagu foxes vs foxes – ytb fatt

[intro]
okay
let’s do it
huh, huh, yeah
n*gga
uh

[verse 1]
p*ssy did my lil’ brother in, okay, i see how we playin’ it
i’m the man, n*gga hate when i mix one, rather go to the penitentiary
i really saw souls hit the sky, i really seen k!llers cry
i really hang around n*ggas that’ll cut off your fingers and take your f*ckin’ life
foxes vs. foxes, yeah, i see how this sh*t gettin’ played now
i’m really otto vibin’, i really wanna see some blood on this town
i been sittin’ back and puttin’ this puzzle together, i’m tryna figure this out
i wanna suit up for real, but gotti told bagg, “make fatt leave the town”
chop his head like a f*ckin’ chicken, when i hit the city, scats and еxtensions
when the hoеs around, we don’t speak on business
i’ll have that move to hit a drac’ at his kidney
how this sh*t goin’, the ogs talkin’, ain’t listen
i put the switches on my hood and the city
how i’m feelin’, when i see bro, i’ma—, p*ssy
these n*ggas comin’ like f*ckin’ rookies, they ain’t tryna k!ll a n*gga
n*gga, i put this sh*t on a n*gga head for my hood, and that’s just how i’m feelin’
i really had love for you, n*gga, i really f*cked with you, n*gga
takin’ that lil’ n*gga soul and life from you like takin’ away my kidney
bro finna suit up and handle the business while fatt fox sign for these millions
i just called my mama like, “quit your job” and i f*ckin’ meant it
i’m finna get these foxes all a pendant
if you ain’t dyin’ for this, you ain’t gettin’ a pendant
[interlude]
i’m talkin’ ’bout, n*gga, i be really headfirst ’bout this sh*t, i’m talkin’ ’bout smackin’ sh*t

[verse 2]
we finna cash out on steamers and glocks
n*gga, fox ‘nem finna finna f*ck up a lot of blocks
it’s certain sh*t we can’t do ’cause the feds hot
talkin’ ’bout otto, you must want your head chopped
i done seen a lot of rich trap n*ggas flop
i got dope and bad b*tches in the spot
they wanna smoke, got [?][1:23]
anybody ’round me catch an m, i’ma bond ’em out
everybody that’s ’round me on murder timin’, n*gga, no coppin’ out
all these n*ggas that’s callin’ my phone on demon time, can’t calm ’em down

[interlude]
that’s just really how it’s goin’, like, it’s a wrap now
like, if any man on squashin’, that type of time
like, you can’t come around me, like, it ain’t sh*t you could do

[verse 3]
i got a good connection with k!llers on camera
bro gonna smack you soon as you up the guys
just f*cked a ho with a million followers
i left the p*ssy throbbin’
bro ‘nem really control choppers
i can give a junkie the keys for some dope and pasta

- ytb fatt

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