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fat trel – messy lyrics

[intro]
yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m in my section, goin’ hard, i’m reckless
and that b-tch is so wet, way she kissin’ my neck gave me an erection
got some sh-t on the flight, what i did in one night, i just sent her to texas
grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, i needed a blessing
b-tch, i’m so extra, goin’ hard, i’m mixin’
i’m still in the kitchen, i’m whippin’ it right, i’m stretchin’ the extra
fall back and i catch it, that sh-t was a blessing
better than gettin’ indicted, better than gettin’ arrested

[verse 1]
poppin’ sh-t about a bentley truck, my baby pulled up on me in a lambo
i just went and put the twenties up, a n-gga purchased up all of the ammo
you know a n-gga don’t give a f-ck, i was really honkin’, fishin’ in camo
lend a b-tch p-ssy a hand low, and that b-tch bust out the bando, whoa, whoa
versace shoppin’, you know papi got it
steak and calamari at a private party
i cannot f-ck on no thottie thottie
i’ma need me a lil’ homebody
i’ma need me a lil’ bad b-tch
p-ssy so good, wrote a song ’bout it
n-ggas ain’t goin’ home ’bout it
in the jail fightin’ over phones ’bout it
i cannot f-ck on no n0body, like a-rod, i’m showin’ body
baby bad with a bum body, i ain’t gon’ tell n0body
i’ma take you out to dinner, mami, had a baby daddy, i ain’t know ’bout it
steak and fish and chicken, benihana
had a hoodie pocket, they ain’t know ’bout

[verse 2]
all my n-ggas doin’ murders and robberies, police labeled me a prodigy
son of a b-tch, they was callin’ me, son of god, i gotta be
had to call my n-gga visa up, tell him we don’t need apologies
made me go and put the beamer up, you gon’ make me go inside of me
real n-gga, i gotta be
same n-gga that draw down when he saw the opposition, spotted me
had to make it out a tight squeeze
had to show a n-gga fake love just to make money, they ain’t like me
had to fly my n-ggas out of town, b-tch, west coast just to sight see
you can love me, ain’t gon’ like me
i got them shooters like ali
i’m on the beach where the night’s free
p-ssy good and the price cheap
want a hood, i got a nice three
n-ggas droppin’ bodies like they legal
lil’ fish, b-tch, the right time
n-gga ballin’ on ’em like an eagle, yeah yeah

[chorus]
b-tch, i’m in my section, goin’ hard, i’m reckless
and that b-tch is so wet, way she kissin’ my neck gave me an erection
got some sh-t on the flight, what i did in one night, i just sent her to texas
grandma on the phone, in love with her voice, i needed a blessing
b-tch, i’m so extra, goin’ hard, i’m mexican
i’m still in the kitchen, i’m whippin’ it right, i’m stretchin’ the extra
fall back and i catch it, that sh-t was a blessing
better than gettin’ indicted, better than gettin’ arrested

- fat trel lyrics

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