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fasfasfas! - nega scott lyrics

[intro]
thousand on my tee, we on sh+t that these n+ggas not
posted wit my twin, he’s like me
just like nega scott
said that you the man but you cheap, boy we know you not (real trap sh+t)
she said that she was down with the team, ‘cuz she know we rock

[chorus]
lets go, lets go
just popped a 50 wit all of my brothas, got faded as f+ck
pull up wit choppas, we hit up your party
we coming to tear that sh+t up
smoking on dope, counting up dough
i dont give a f+ck about love
bro didn’t know i was f+ckin his hoe
but he found out and he still cuffed, yuck

[verse 1]
n+ggas dont be on the sh+t that we be on
you insignificant, you is a peon
count up that money, i’m feeling like elon
popping an x, f+ck elon musk
count up them commas that sh+t is a must
small ass camp dont know who to trust
like a lamp i’m sparking it up
c+ck it back and thеn i bust
keep it a stack these blues on mе
popping tags, i give no f+cks
i been thrifting so d+mn much, my whole fit costs like eight bucks
i’m so high i can’t be touched
don’t want yo b+tch, loosen yo clutch
don’t gotta say a f+ckin word, i look at her she know wassup

i dont even want that hoe but she be begging me to f+ck
she got mommy milker titties and she got a gyat ass b+tt
everything i ever loved has always left me in the dust
so i’m steady giving up
giving up, giving up

treating the studio like its a moshpit
hop in that b+tch and start punchin
b+tches be calling me out by my ig name
whenever i walk in the function
sometimes just wanna lay ina he+rs+
but i gotta see all my haters there first
and whenever i’m feeling my worst that’s when i go splurge
(yuh, yuh, yuh)

[verse 2]
i just spent a thousand on my tee, we on sh+t that these n+ggas not
posted wit my twin, he’s like me
just like nega scott
said that you the man but you cheap, boy we know you not
she said that she was down with the team, ‘cuz she know we rock
steady stuntin’ on my own
on my own i count alot
she asked me if she my type i think about it, probably not
thinking back on how it was i know i got this sh+t on lock
even at my lowest i was getting hoes
get+getting top

[chorus]
just popped a 50 wit all of my brothas, got faded as f+ck (okay)
pull up wit choppas, we hit up your party
we coming to tear that sh+t up
smoking on dope, counting up dough
i dont give a f+ck about love
bro didn’t know i was f+ckin his hoe
but he found out and he still cuffed, yuck
(and he still cuffed)
(yuck)

- fasfasfas lyrics

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