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fat motion - shovel lyrics

[hook]
n+gga, i’m swinging my shovel
traphard, he a b+tch, that n+gga don’t really want trouble
that n+gga, he know he a ho
he look like a down bad clucka that’s smoking a colt
foot got in that room and he said what he know
them n+ggas they hot and they told on lil’ joe
foot hot as a b+tch, but he still getting smoked
them n+ggas sad as a b+tch, how you tell on your brother
i’m bending that corner and i’m swinging that cutter
n+gga, i’m bumping my stick, i ain’t going like tunkcas
black box records, we f+cking the opps’ baby mother’s
black box records, we f+cking the opps n+ggas’ b+tches
the b+tch got hit in her sh+t cause she thought she was trickin’
n+ggas, they know about us, we got fifties on fifties
n+ggas, they know about us, wе got boxes on boxes
n+gga, this sh+t ain’t gon’ end till wе crack all the foxes

[verse]
(?), they keep saying my name
gen 5, when i catch you, just know that i’m bringing the pain
gen 5, when i catch you, just know that i’m tapping that brain
n+ggas caught up with nino for thinking that sh+t was a game
n+ggas caught up with nino, i seen his lil’ ass catch a kit
who the f+ck is (lil wickin?), that n+gga ain’t never did sh+t (talking ’bout “ap all in the bag”, but that n+gga a b+tch)
shawty (?), caught a spit and a slap, he ain’t even do sh+t
n+ggas ain’t never did sh+t, man, that n+gga a ho’
i’ma cook hot steve, i’ma k!ll lil’ joe
his b+tch on my d+ck, and you already know
n+gga, she went for the gang, and that lil b+tch a ho’
black box records, you know that we up on the sco’
n+gga, i’m hoppin’ out quick and i’m swinging my door
n+gga, i’m swinging my door tryn’ catch me a hat
dreservin turned hot, he a baby cadet
i got a g23, i just slapped on the blatt
i got a g23, skeen gave me the box
b diddy, he locked and he watching the clock
b diddy all out the feds, and he watching his g+shock
get on yo’ ass and see you and q50 be kirkin, send 50 rounds all out this glock
[interlude]
n+gga, free all the men, n+gga
n+gga, free all the men, n+gga
f+ck all the+, them n+ggas be hot
them n+ggas some tippers
how the f+ck is yall telling on each other, n+gga? yall n+ggas some hoes
n+gga, i’ll catch youngfoot, i’ma fill him with holes, n+gga (free 50, free slug, free diddy, f+ck all the opps, black motherf+ckin+, tippin’ ass opp n+ggas, b+tch ass n+ggas, them n+ggas some b+tches, man…
let ’em know, cuz, them n+ggas hot as sh+t)

[hook]
n+gga, i’m swinging my shovel
traphard, he a b+tch, that n+gga don’t really want trouble
that n+gga, he know he a ho
he look like a down bad clucka that’s smoking a colt
foot got in that room and he said what he know
them n+ggas they hot and they told on lil’ joe
foot hot as a b+tch, but he still getting smoked
them n+ggas sad as a b+tch, how you tell on your brother
i’m bending that corner and i’m swinging that cutter
n+gga, i’m bumping my stick, i ain’t going like tunkcas
black box records, we f+cking the opps’ baby mother’s
black box records, we f+cking the opps n+ggas’ b+tches
the b+tch got hit in her sh+t cause she thought she was trickin’
n+ggas, they know about us, we got fifties on fifties
n+ggas, they know about us, we got boxes on boxes
n+gga, this sh+t ain’t gon’ end till we crack all the foxes, n+gga
[outro]
we gon’ crack all the foxes and celebrate n+gga, toast in the f+cking air, for you b+tch ass n+ggas, n+gga, on tall cro
i can’t wait to smack the sh+t out lil’+
boaw!

- fat motion lyrics

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