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fat trel – no lames lyrics

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[hook : fat trel]
swear to god can’t f-ck wit no lames
wish a n-gg- would take my chain
[nooney]
i wish a n-gg- would f-ck yo b-tch
[fat trel]
hol’ up n-gg-
i ain’t got no b-tch
he broke he ain’t got no bricks
these n-gg-s ain’t hitting no liqs
these b-tches ain’t taking no trips
im like wait she could take my d-ck

[fat trel]
b-tch you ain’t hittin’ no liq
its what it takes just to make my list
i want grace by the lake
while you put me up an eighth
no wait no fake -ss sh-t
yo n-gg-s is fake as sh-t
my n-gg-s got weight on rips
i say hey its a dc way
they say them dc n-gg-s dont play
my b-tch told me im cray
i been putting up with her all day
two things my b-tch can’t say
is im broke or the period late
i put 5 fingers in your face
i just learned to stay in my place
ain’t buy those pistols for play
i’mma aim to hit at yo face
these b-tches ain’t suckin no d-ck
so you know they ain’t taking no trips
these n-gg-s ain’t hitting no liqs
so you know they ain’t selling no bricks
i make the baker wait to go whip
i know the waitress patient as sh-t
i can give or take
i know you miss me babe but i was counting paper wit my clique
b-tch

[hook : fat trel]
swear to god can’t f-ck wit no lames
wish a n-gg- would take my chain
[nooney]
i wish a n-gg- would f-ck yo b-tch
[fat trel]
hol’ up n-gg-
i ain’t got no b-tch
he broke he ain’t got no bricks
these n-gg-s ain’t hitting no liqs
these b-tches ain’t taking no trips
im like wait she could take my d-ck

[fat trel]
n-gg- you kissed that b-tch
that b-tch just sucked my d-ck
you told that b-tch you love her
that b-tch just f-cked my clique
man its a god d-mn shame
f-ck n-gg- you a god d-mn lame
i got chrissy name in my chain
i wish a n-gg- would take my chain
i got shooters on the roof like gucci
dirty dude with the crew thats oochi
new hit video thats movie
four stacks for the verse thats boosi
checkerboard lv thats louis
double g’s on me that gucci
watch what the f-ck you doin’
im a winner i dont do much losing
what the f-ck is we provin’
shooters shootin at students
36 in my ruger
clip is long as a ruler
teachin kids but im schoolin
b-tches see me they droolin
33s in them ewings
f-ck police is no truant

[hook x2 : fat trel]
swear to god can’t f-ck wit no lames
wish a n-gg- would take my chain
[nooney]
i wish a n-gg- would f-ck yo b-tch
[fat trel]
hol’ up n-gg-
i ain’t got no b-tch
he broke he ain’t got no bricks
these n-gg-s ain’t hitting no liqs
these b-tches ain’t taking no trips
im like wait she could take my d-ck



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