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fat trel - is it over lyrics

[verse1]
well is it over huh
i ask you b-tch i ask is it over
is it over i just honney shot your block is it over
i just got some top from taffle is it over
i just pulled up on an opt is it over
half a duffle around the corner getting closer is it over
go to hawaii with my thot we sip more mosa is it over
since today my daughter say you getting older oh d-mn
d-mn is it over is it over range rover is it over
i’m smoking on some sweetest pack from novia scotia
my young n-gg-r says he boofing that o gester
need every penny on a dollar no lesser
i remember stashed them hundreds in the dresser is it over
n-gg-r shot at me and miss he on the stretcher was it over
i just tend the whole oath like a fetcher
running reckless so this rapping is a blessing
call me n-gg-r i’m serious i swear he has 60 kids
told me to bring my favorite chopper but that sh-t was big
if you ain’t f-cking on a plane then you never lived
and yea she bad but she rocking that she dirty wig
i attack it from the back and make it longer

[hook]
she keep screaming papi when this sh-t be over
i say b-tch i’m about to come it’s getting closer
it’s closer i’m getting closer
now i shove her b-tch it’s over is it over
is it over is it over
i just hundred shot your block is it over
i just got them thot from topple is it over
i just pulled up on an apple is it over
i feel duffle around the corner getting closer

[verse2]
i’m in hawaii with my thot we sipping mosa is it over
since today my daughter say you getting older oh d-mn
d-mn is it over is it over range rover is it over
is it over case closer louisiana my next b-tch she probably know yah
i’m john gozzy as her daddy i’m a roller
i’m quit the trapping park this baby in her stroller
i f-cked with daina hoe remind me of little raina
that’s with the quizz with the head head bangers
i remember wrapping twisting up on my finger
i told 500 thound n-gg-r can’t compalin her
i called my n-gg-r fat bag i got molly grade
he told me bring a four seater not my momma jag
but if you ain’t on a plane you ain’t ever lag
and she bad rock those fade designer bag
i attack it from the back and make it longer

- fat trel lyrics

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