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fat trel - russian roulette lyrics

[chorus: chief keef]
i got money, i got power, got respect with this tech
my n-ggas out here wilding playing russian roulette
my n-ggas out here wilding playing russian roulette
russian roulette, with n-ggas’ heads
i got money, i got power, got respect with this tech
my n-ggas out here wilding playing russian roulette
my n-ggas out here wilding playing russian roulette
russian roulette, with n-ggas’ heads

[verse 1: chief keef]
i got money, i got power, got respect with this tech
my n-ggas out here wilding, you could duck or get wet
from chiraq to dc, boy, we gang bang, throwing sets
about glory boyz and sl-tty boyz they say this and that
but chief sosa and fat trel shooters gone handle that
it ain’t nothing, b-tch we bucking; light it up, candle that
we turn nothing into something, get that check, ran through that
i be sh-tting on them b-tches, like where my manners at?
i be in my f-cking glory shining just like my watch
i be pulling up and pulling off in them foreign cars
i give that b-tch a name if she talking p-rn star
and we got these b-tches boppy, gbe full of stock

[verse 2: fat trel]
well, i got money, i got power, just got rid of my tech
cause that b-tch had too many bodies, just re’d up in van ness
“i got my n-ggas outchea wilding, 223 eat through vests
uuv hit your block, yellow tape on deck
police investigate, my sh-t say heavy weight
i’m a walking grenade; i play with tommies for days
i got work and it’s twerking; i f-ck your wifey on purpose
i’m a sl-tty boy; my glory boy just smoke purple perfect
i’m in chiraq flirting with these chickens from church’s
these n-ggas pockets is hurting; heard you n-ggas was nervous
i’m from d-die-c; you know my sh-t say sb
f-cking with gbe, so how you n-ggas gone eat?

- fat trel lyrics

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