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fatboii escobar - 392 lyrics

[intro: fatboii escobar]
(ayo, x9)
(gentle beatz)
woah, woah, n+gga, yeah

[chorus: fatboii escobar]
scorin’ everything ’round, havin’ gas like a garden
way my yg work the shot, n+gga thought he was harden
six hundred for the plain tee, my t+shirt marni
it feel like gucci in ’06, but i ain’t smokin’ on barney
mix the runtz with the gumbo, n+gga, i smoke presidential
get your dog whacked off face just for bein’ with you
swipin’ cards and she doin’ wigs, that b+tch got potential
lame hoes wanna be in the mix, make ’em get a rental

[verse 1: fatboii escobar]
bustin’ plays out 392, trappin’ out the charger
havin’ cash and i’m servin’ troops, front seat with the carbon
ticket low as f+ck, you can come and go, don’t need to bargain
hit a n+gga b+tch, send a picture, all i did was heart it
i’m in la with a baddie, n+gga, low seat, watchin’ the rams
i know n+ggas that done seen a hundred just off servin’ the yams
shared my part with highs, now i’m in the hood pushin’ mclaren
them is not vvs in your chain, boy, them is not dancin’
i just came to hit the ho, she tryna hold me up for ransom
i ain’t gotta pay a b+tch to let me f+ck, she say i’m handsome
we let auntie test the dope, she f+cked around, became a dancer
i don’t give a f+ck about you bein’ z, that sh+t don’t stamp you
[chorus: fatboii escobar & bossman dlow]
scorin’ everything ’round, havin’ gas like a garden
way my yg work the shot, n+gga thought he was harden
six hundred for the plain tee, my t+shirt marni
it feel like gucci in ’06, but i ain’t smokin’ on barney
mix the runtz with the gumbo, n+gga, i smoke presidential
get your dog whacked off face just for bein’ with you
swipin’ cards and she doin’ wigs, that b+tch got potential
lame hoes wanna be in the mix, make ’em get a rental (yeah, big za)

[verse 2: bossman dlow]
this sh+t ain’t a game, you n+ggas ain’t on my level, n+gga (n+gga)
spent a zip of— on a chrome heart sweater, n+gga (facts)
why you think that b+tch ain’t f+ckin’? you ain’t special, n+gga (you ain’t special, n+gga)
brodie wanna up and blow the bl!ck, he ain’t tryna wrestle, n+gga (baow, baow)
p+ssy n+gga talkin’, tell that n+gga drop his nuts
b+tch, i’m big za (big za), ain’t no bubba, n+gga, this runtz
i’ll take a n+gga stash and go and cash out at reluxe (n+gga)
pull up bentley gtc, this b+tch got peanut+b+tter guts (n+gga)
big dog rollin’ on them pills, he don’t pop nothin’ but uppers
me and fatboii beatin’ up that road, we f+cked up our knuckles
i just met a scammin’ b+tch, i’m in her mansion smokin’ trouble (gas)
i got plates for twenty+two, come and get a jimmy butler (come here)
hold on, i gotta catch my play, i’m on the way
i don’t wanna f+ck, i’m straight, bae, let’s make a hundred k
hold on, i gotta catch my play, i’m on the way
i don’t wanna f+ck, i’m straight, bae, let’s make a hundred k

- fatboii escobar lyrics

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