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fat trel - intro (georgetown) lyrics

[verse 1:]
i got my eye on the score, my new b-tch a wh-r-
i swear i just met her, she say she f-cked me before
n-gga, i shoot up your bimmer then hopped in a porsche
we been here before, i got money galore
and i pride myself, this nine on my belt
play with your health then take on a shelf
bang, i smoke like an elf
i’m rich by myself
yo b-tch with my guys we bout to take out cirocs
i load up my chopper, i’m finna go slide
you know i’m a killer, just look in my eyes
i shoot at his base, he acting surprised
i told you we’re crazy, don’t play
cause i hate the job

[verse 2:]
my new b-tch a geeko a thirty manino
i f-ck her then leave her
her p-ssy pop through my speaker
they white like selena, a packed out arena
my rolex is cleaner
my white b-tch a diva
her daddy a lawyer
we both know i need her
but when i beat this case i swear this
god i’mma leave her
bring this back to my city
georgetown with my n-gg-s
made it east with my junkie
stadium with my strippers
you pt with my migo
this is multi kilo
i got c-ke out for dealo
then gon’ f-ck in my be yo
n-gga, middle finger to see yo
vegas to rino
run them high out to mali
i see them marrow and cleo
i got bangers and nervers
i see police i’m swerving
got my wife in the town
my b-tch behind her i’m scourging
i know i’m young i deserve it
money splurging on purpose
i bought the sl-tty boys a house
b-tch get the f-ck out b-tch
out b-tch

[verse 3:]
should be sucking d-ck
you run your mouth b-tch
i can make the money flip but i can’t buy no house fit
dog, b-tch he from outta town he buy the counterfeit
set him up, take him down
then evac, know who i found him with
sound kick, 50 clip
hunnid round chopper kit
i’m a be at hunnid east staking shrimp with chopsticks
clean sh-t, shopping chopper blocks what you got kid
dimple hit a n-gg- in the chest like a drop kick
oh sh-t feds haunting, sleeping with my old b-tch
i f-ck with her, she likes to keep the stove lit
africans and mexicans, goony town all kinda bad
shooter from afghanistan, here’s to sh-t you never had
young mo, five thou, chris bo, side south
dough low, young and throwing bullets like he romo
oh no i just caught the yabba for the low low
f-cking with the cash black body bag polo
n-gg-s say he want the b, caught him at the go go
ask him what he get from me
this murder sh-t don’t work for free
play with me, you pay a fee
snitches stay away from me
these b-tches lay with me, they wanna make a way for me
hustling no chasing me, i’m bout the paper basically
never sleep, a to z, i turn the ones and twos to three
lots of killers under me, right here where i wanna be
i don’t f-ck with p-ssy n-gg-s, them n-gg-s not one of me
forty four to thirty three, my father sells anything
but he don’t know the drama that this semi brings
i run my own sh-t i got my own thing
what you mean? sl-tty boys over everything
what you mean? sl-tty boys over everything
i’m 500 thousand up on you n-gg-s
and i come from north east niga
ain’t got sh-t to say
georgetown n-gg-, georgetown n-gg-
let’s get that money

- fat trel lyrics

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