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costa coast - fetty guap lyrics

rockin’ bred’s tryna get that bread
if you really tryna question what i said
i got a knack for rap, im back to bat like back to back
i packed a bag to try and do it all
i’m prepared where’s all of y’all
is there ceilings in this? nah
we gon’ be out here like
“aw yeah”
we back in this b-tch again
hold me back when they bring they friends
party bumpin’ ain’t no pretend
speakers loud and the windows tint
we gon’ do the train and then grind in it
pull her back and then slide in it
cups up, what’s up
bout the time when i ride in and i’d
buy my homie them grape fives
up the studio with great mics
we gonna eat with them steak knives
like cutco, that blade shines
do the most to keep bae fine
i had a dream since like day 5
that i could be healin’ the world like
mj’s first eight lines
i’d buy my ma that new tesla
cop pounds of that indo
going green, i been green
yeah thanks for all of that info
i do it for the people who is
watchin from above
and i’m out here jersey reppin
let em know to spread the love

we gon’ get that fetty guap
yip yip that, fetty guap
woah woah, that fetty guap
ay ay, that fetty guap
put my brothers on the top
the fam, we on the dock
now we speedin’ with a boatload
of cash that’s on lock and
we gon’ get that fetty guap
yip yip that, fetty guap
woah woah, that fetty guap
ay ay, that fetty guap
put my brothers on the top
the fam, we on the dock
now we speedin’ with a boatload
of cash that’s on lock ho

if i had a little dough i’d throw a party
get bacardi for the girls who think nick
fly like marty and it’s mardi gras
party on, bras off but it’s a’r’dy gone
sorry to say, you cut off, i’m gone
i’m guttin a blunt, o in the trunk, yo this sh-t fun
soda and rum, got a ho who could hum
sticky in her mouth like she chewin’ on gum
hookah, lookin’ out son, e on the tongue
be the look out be-cause just in case jake
you know who could would come
blow rent on one night, all there was
was shots and blow bumps like a f-ckin
fun gunfight, son i’m a fun guy
trippin off fungi, blowin os
hoes blowin yo’s truly
catch a cab to the lab if i
can find one that’s on duty
yes i love drugs, but i love hugs
when the bud goes up in flames
like a short circuit plug
that was the plug for the dust swept under the rug
and my nuts start fillin up
chill as f-ck, commissioner
saw coast in the kitchen, cookin it up
hookin’ it up, buy mics and nikes with my money
make more till i look a million bucks
lookin’ like luck, f-ck givin’ a f-ck
green in the pocket, no p-ss in the cup
till you hit
sh-t, this indica

hypnotic flow, nick got it yo
your life asymptotic though
and coast to coast i gotta go
for a wawa run, my pockets full
up in the hall like hendrix is
ima f-ck the world like kendrick did
in any bed like “can he live?”
don’t die in small towns like kenny did
it’s lit lit, lit tay tay
like hip hop hip hooray
this girl come, got sh-t to say
like “ay girl can i hit today”
sippin grey goose ya know
my free speech, const-tutional
i’m a free to flow like a lil boat
shouts to yachty, but i’m in a moat
in a castle, in a fortress
lookin’ back, like you can’t afford this
so we spread the dough
need that fetty for the feta yo
that feta cheese, bacon and bread
don’t bang with the lead, still aim at ya head
you amateurs dead, wu tang for the heads
we came for the cred
we be on the innenenet!
you shoulda known we was coming
this song is f-ckin’ thumping
underground buried in gold
you know we huntin’
opportunities knockin’
so we let you come in
can’t forget to k!ll the show
when we be up and

- costa coast lyrics

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