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atm neythyn - fat dude lyrics

[chorus]
went down the wrong road, i barely made it back
never switched on the doggies, you can ask the whole pack
ain’t searchin’ for no problems but i ain’t handin’ out no pass
new check, every time i pass go, i goes fast
and life goes fast too, tryna set my legacy in stone like statues
keep my name up in your mouth, b+tch, it’s like tattoos
don’t like to brag, but i do whatever he can’t do
she loves to eat, that’s why li’l mama chose a fat dude
(hey) and i am heem

[verse 1]
warn the neighbors ‘bout tonight, like, “sorry if she scrеam”
i be zoned out when i gеt behind her like a qb
stamina got me f+ckin’ like i’m fresh outta juvie
blue cheese on my mind, loose leaf blowin’ time
bruce lee, kick it to me, straight facts, no more lyin’
co breathin’ down my neck, don’t dissuade me from tryin’
still savin’ apples gotta brew a li’l wine
let me take you where i been, we ‘bout to do a li’l time
sorry mama, if you knew it woulda blew your li’l mind
as a kid, i ain’t never been the type who drew in lines
this ain’t the life i choose but i feel like i’m doing fine
this belly ain’t that big cus i been starvin’ it— fat dude
gotta get a bag, why is you mad? you should be glad dude
let dylan slide, he yelled for help, i coulda had dude
the streets made me cold but at the core, i ain’t a bad dude
[chorus]
went down the wrong road, i barely made it back
never switched on the doggies, you can ask the whole pack
ain’t searchin’ for no problems but i ain’t handin’ out no pass
new check, every time i pass go, i goes fast
and life goes fast too, tryna set my legacy in stone like statues
keep my name up in your mouth, b+tch, it’s like tattoos
don’t like to brag, but i do whatever he can’t do
she loves to eat, that’s why li’l mama chose a fat dude
(hey) and i am heem

[verse 2]
i don’t post my private life, ig just for fans though
y’all ain’t gon’ catch me lackin’ i got some plans, bro
bet i have bruh spazzin’ he ain’t even on the dance floor
he ain’t even put them b+tches up, what he got hands for?
molly and some xans boy, make your pupils dilate
p+ssy on my face, the b+tch taste sweet like a now and later
make your b+tch chase me, i promise i’ll send her back later
she just loves my charisma and the way i stack paper
she just loves my charisma and the way i stack paper
she just wanna see my chips up so she can ask a favor
go ahead perk ‘em lips up, ‘n make it fast baby
you’re lucky i still let you give me head, where’s your ass baby?
don’t know about you, but i don’t wait, i up the score
i ain’t finna shoot you, i’m a beat you ‘til my knuckles sore
don’t know what they want from me, i thought beggars can’t choose
o’ gloves with no fingertips and faded off that booze
(you’re a jerk!)
[chorus]
went down the wrong road, i barely made it back
never switched on the doggies, you can ask the whole pack
ain’t searchin’ for no problems but i ain’t handin’ out no pass
new check, every time i pass go, i goes fast
and life goes fast too, tryna set my legacy in stone like statues
keep my name up in your mouth, b+tch, it’s like tattoos
don’t like to brag, but i do whatever he can’t do
she loves to eat, that’s why li’l mama chose a fat dude
(hey) and i am heem

- atm neythyn lyrics

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