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fat jd, pros ap & fwc big key - members only lyrics

[intro: fat jd]
ynw
(313 mafia)

[verse 1: fat jd & pros ap]
ayy, man, this life sh+t crazy
i swear to god, this sh+t’ll have you goin’ brazy
got up and got my own sh+t, ain’t no bein’ lazy
n+ggas plot, but we strapped up like the navy (aha)
i just want you for the neck, ain’t no f+ckin’ you (yes)
she want my love, but i ain’t tryna put the cuffs on you (naw)
tables turnin’, now a young n+gga back at it
these n+ggas hate to see you win, they can’t stand it (f+ck ’em)
i’ll rubber band it
i was young and wild, n+gga, runnin’ with them bandits
now we ot, penthouse and them mansions (fire)
gettin’ money easy, turned this sh+t into a passion (it’s easy)
all you n+ggas do is lie (lyin’ ass)
why you askin’ for the price, but don’t buy? (lame)
i’m a chemist in that lab, call me bill nye (yeah)
f+ck a front, boy, i need my sh+t right now
any n+gga talk down, he gon’ die (he gone)
i’m in my bag right now and i can’t lie (i can’t)
seen my daddy in that kitchen whippin’ half a pie (yeah, yeah)
like we ain’t pass ten, we carry all nines (pros)
[verse 2: pros ap]
young, rich, and dumb, b+tch, i been blew twenty (on my mama)
that lil’ sh+t you flashin’, boy, i spent that on my sister (sister)
thirty+two fifty if you want this ‘bow of cookie (come shop)
b+tch, my phone line bangin’ like i’m jay, my sh+t buggin’ (yeah)
you ain’t got ten, i spent ten and shot to the tenn’ (i shot back)
came back, spent another ten, and shot back again (we back again)
and we don’t shoot it how we get it
unc’ played me on some grams, sold him hit and now he finished (now he through)
in the benz spillin’ drop all over my sneakers (uh+huh)
when you sippin’ hit the only time you with the sleeper (yeah)
name a n+gga f+ckin’ with us, oops, you can’t (you can’t)
name some n+ggas who got more money than the bank (us)
i’m with v.i., he’ll face you if you f+ck with pros (uh+huh)
fat rack my cousin, so i’m knowin’ that he born to glo (what up, fat rack?)
the opps never on sh+t, they was born some hoes
and every shot that got sent, they missed for sure

[verse 3: fwc big key]
it’s a young n+gga world, i got jd with me (what up, jd?)
chop got a cooler, i got an ac with me (get it, n+gga?)
guttaboys, them my n+ggas, my boy ace seen fifty (what up, ace?)
and before i see god, i gotta take three with me (bye)
baby j, that’s my n+gga, i call shock for the clean+up
we (what up, shocka?)
we keep scorin’ on y’all n+ggas, better d up (boy)
been gettin’ pape’, don’t mean giannis, but we see bucks
f+ck a club, we need ten just to see us (boy)
all this ice on my neck got me cold, i put a sweater on it (i put a sweater on my sh+t)
all my opps be in the crib like it’s a channel on ’em
any play over ten, call morg, b+tch, i bet he want it (what up, morg?)
pull up to a n+gga crib like we sellin’ somethin’

- fat jd pros ap fwc big key lyrics

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