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west memphis - ytb fatt lyrics

[intro]
(this ain’t youtube, this a frenchie type beat)
yeah
uh, uh, yeah

[verse]
let me start off by sayin’ welcome to the kitchen
grown folks in here allowed, ain’t no kids in it
n*gga, we ain’t f*ckin’ with you ’cause we know you known for switchin’
mama told me stay out the way, i was always in it
i ain’t arguin’ ’bout my prices, ain’t no bargain, n*gga
i ain’t arguin’ ’bout no dope, n*gga, we all sell it
if the police come and get you, promise me you’ll never tell it
fatt take n*ggas’ clientele, he sell real februarys (twenty*eight)
what type of hoin’ is you? if the police come, would you tell it?
i had to crank the h*llcat ’cause, ho, i’m fly, i’m frenchie
we know he ain’t in the streets for real, his mama in his business
that n*gga didn’t want the beef for real, he put his baby mama in it
she say she ain’t never been f*cked like this, loaf business
this young n*gga poppin’ big sh*t, where he from? west memphis
two hundred thousand on my neck, twenty in my britches
i can see me now, in twelve months, shows two*fifty
i just paid twelve hundred for this coat, hope a rain drop don’t hit it
i don’t want no creases in these new forces, so i move stiffly
put that bbl p*ssy on me, d*ck hard than a b*tch
i got smoke with my whole city so i move swiftly
real big*boy f&n, blue tips in ’em
she don’t wanna lose me, i’m a six*figure young n*gga
i’m a big figure, i’m a real model*ho puller
rich young n*gga, but i’m a real grown*ho getter
every time you hear me say, “yeah,” n*gga, i’m finna k!ll it
me and bagg left the guns ’cause we slidin’ bulletproof, n*gga
‘member them hoes didn’t wanna f*ck, went and got my motion bigger
i be talkin’ sh*t, she said, “they can’t do it like you, n*gga”
i had dope before this deal, still got it, n*gga
told my mama don’t worry ’bout no bills ’cause i got ’em, n*gga
i was still the realest, but my pockets ain’t have nothin’ in ’em
just wanna ride that maybach truck to feel the hydraulics in ’em
finna buy a h*llcat to put nothin’ but foxes in ’em
it’s steps to this sh*t, when the foxes in the den, them switches in ’em
pat him down before he hit this door, heard he a confidential
if you find a wire on that b*tch, put a bullet in him
and i be poppin’ big sh*t with these bullets in me
only way i’m done poppin’ it if they f*ckin’ k!ll me
my n*gga say if you catch one, god’ll still forgive you
i just told this b*tch stop playin’ with me, ho, don’t post them pictures
how you don’t understand? fatt fox got all these n*ggas’ b*tches
my russian ho just said, “i’m ready for you to sit down and make a commitment”
i just asked that ho, from here, how much a russian plane ticket?
i don’t give a f*ck about the price, how i’m finna book it?
late*night talks with shotoff, he said, “pop it, n*gga”
told lil’ fox i got him three thousand if you pop him, n*gga
wanted to keep this sh*t a secret, but f*ck it, durk tried to get me
i want one million if i sign another deal, n*gga
i ain’t gon’ lie, this year, n*gga, i’m gettin’ richer
on my life, i said it last year and i got richer
[outro]
yeah, n*gga
uh, yeah, yeah
you need to send that ho to joe, fool
on zai
d*mn

- ytb fatt lyrics

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