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cartel bo - fresh out tha fedz lyrics

[intro]
yeah, haha (yeah)
cartel (yeah)
ha, yeah (i might be around the world, but you’re here with me)
ain’t that some sh+t? yeah
(x.o. think he all that)

[verse]
everything look good, ain’t good, but f+ck it, it pay good, go get that money, baby (go get that money, baby)
yeah, he might look gang, ain’t play hood, he know he ain’t good (hey), n+gga, ain’t nothin’ shakin’ (ain’t nothin’ shakin’)
i’m on the private jet (hey), watchin’ record labels tryna max out they best offers
was just in a jail cell on a cell phone tryna jack off, drinkin’ coffee (tryna jack off, drinkin’ coffee)
now i keep a bad b+tch with me (yeah), bossy and flossy, she know who her daddy is (yeah, she know who hеr daddy is)
turned that ho to a cannibals, i got her eatin’ childrеn, but not her baby daddy kids (ha, no she not, ooh)
she like too many, my beans to stalking (my beans stalking, yeah)
don’t be askin’ my life, b+tch, it’s awesome (b+tch, it’s awesome)
n+gga yell just to hear himself talkin’ (hear him talkin’, yeah)
he in everything but a coffin (he ain’t dead yet)
i’m like capital one, keep accounts on everybody money, like, what’s in your wallet? (what’s in your wallet, yeah)
y’all sent her to f+ck you and feed you and put you to sleep just to go in your pockets (go in your pockets, yeah, we did that)
we gon’ step on it, sell it, then step on it, sell it ’til you end up mad ’cause the sh+t trash (haha)
i love jesus and jesus love me, but he know i ain’t sh+ttin’, i’ll step on your b+tch ass (lil’ b+tch)
i know gang and i know an imposter (an imposter, yeah)
you feel like you’ve been followed by monsters (followed by monsters, hey)
picked her up in a wraith, eatin’ lobster (yeah, eatin’ lobster)
ask that ho what she want on her whopper (on her whooper, yeah)
i’m a dog with a meat, she ain’t nothin’ but a scooby snack (ha), b+tch don’t get nothin’ but a hoover back (yeah)
man, the judge jack philips, said they don’t know what to do with ‘bow and i don’t know what to do with saks (hey, haha)
now you know you’s a big fella, big pimpin’, we gotta pre+order them linens (yeah, we gotta pre+order that)
ho said, “daddy, do this,” i said, “b+tch, give me ten push+ups right now for gettin’ in my business” (haha, for gettin’ in my business)
you know d+mn well i’m burnt out (i’m burnt out)
i’ll still hop in the maybach and skrrt out (and skrrt, i’ll skrrt out)
guess there’s somethin’ ’bout bo she ain’t learnt about (she ain’t learn about)
ho got ten million followers, got turned down (got turned down)
i don’t give a f+ck, i got vvs diamonds that’s big as buffy (woo) hypnotizin’ your b+tch, makin’ cold justice
this is lil’ ho wanna rub on my feet just to be around me, my feet bigger than a motherf+cker (yeah)
n+ggas hollin’ they wanna sip lean, oh, you know what that mean, n+gga sold him some robitussin (some robitussin)
dead presidents stickin’ on me, pockets full of deceased, they gon’ think i’m a ghostbuster (haha)
shoot this baby drac’ ’til that b+tch clack+clack (clack+clack, clack+clack, ayy)
if i took it, you can’t get your sh+t back (can’t get your sh+t back, yeah)
you got gang callin’ me with this chit+chat (with this chit+chat, woo)
your porsche c money gone, that sh+t kidnapped (that sh+t kidnapped, yeah)
yeah, they spendin’ they minutes tryna show me (hey, haha)
they talk, but them b+tch n+ggas know me (yeah, they know me)
new telly shot seven, k!lled four people (there he go)
left they mom out there cryin’ with the police (woo, d+mn)
in the double+r, dippin’ in and out the intersection (ooh)
need to have us a pimpin’ session (need to have us a pimpin’ session, yeah)
four shots they send me these ‘fore they hit lillies (‘fore they hit lillies)
personally, i call it drip inspection (cartel, i call it drip inspection)
i got a red rose like your bala (a red rose like your bala, yeah)
callin’ me daddy, never met her mama (daddy, never met her mama, hey)
who would be breakin’ b+tches? it be drama (it be drama, haha)
’cause n+ggas be tender d+ck, wantin’ a prize (haha, yeah)
now i kinda like both of ’em (ayy, like both of ’em)
you can keep her at your house (you can keep her at your house)
i just want her to show out (i just want her to show out)
you can kiss her with your mouth (you can kiss her with your mouth)
say they lookin’ for who, who they lurkin’? (who they lurkin’?)
yeah, you ain’t gotta google to search me (you ain’t gotta google to search me)
you seen that goofy sh+t on commercials (goofy sh+t on commercials)
my b+tch bring a ol’ uzi out that birkin (grrah)
[outro]
f+ck you talkin’ ’bout? (yeah)
yeah
cartel
fresh out the feds in houston, n+gga (h+ll yeah)
yeah, hey, yeah
ha, yeah

- cartel bo lyrics

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