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fatboy biggz - lames! lyrics

[intro]
in the f+ckin’ booth sh+t
gang, cheu, yuh

[bridge 1]
load the drake and start the whip
he want smoke we flip the clip
catch him lackin’ he gone slip
that 45 f+ck ’round make ’em limp

[verse 1]
we got gl!cks that sink the ship (uh huh, on gang) (fah)
he gone run n’ dip (gang, gang, cheu)
shoot up everywhere they be but n+ggas rather run they lip
ion’ f+ck with lames and sh+t, i sw+ng the stick
run down on him since he thinkin’ he sl!ck
f+ckin’ with b you get hit with that gl!ck
if i feel like he swift then i’m hittin’ a l!ck
catch ’em bad we do his ass
n+ggas mad they partner passed
we smoke that boy just likе some gas
ion’ need mask, i f+ckin’ spazz (i f+ckin’ spazz)
run ’round for them bands of cash (bands of cash)
kick the door and find thе stash (find the stash)
don’t comply, i up and blast, don’t get left leakin’ in that bag (in that bag)
n+ggas b+tches
hoes symptoms
i f+ck with them 4 n+gga’s (gang, gang, gang)
in that splat with 4 pistols (b+tch)
you can die if it’s an issue (uh huh)
can’t show no mercy, i’ma zip you
my diamonds shine bright like crystals
my b+tch eat d+ck like it’s krystals (uh huh)
we sharp on that boy like pistols
[verse 2]
yeah, we aim at his head, we leavin’ ’em dead
send shots at his home for that sh+t that he said
i steady be tweakin’, i don’t need no meds
i put him to sleep, i be makin’ they bed (uh huh)
i heard through the grapevine…that these n+ggas don’t like me
i don’t give a f+ck tell them b+tch n+ggas bite me (gang)
you dissin’ my dawg but i didn’t take it lightly
yeah, i go hard thats for my set. he talk bad, we shoot at necks
no basketball, our shots be wet. don’t tolerate no disrespect (no disrespect)
you play we send shots out that tec, mix tahitian treat with that tec
i treat that hoe just like my pet. “f+ck j3”? okay cool that’s a bet
we tell that boy come outside, be on point and look alive (look alive)
because if you not then yo’ ass gone die (gone die)
better have that fye when i up that 9 (up that 9)
ain’t doin’ sh+t but speakin’ facts, speak on my name aim at his back (aim at his back)
they droppin’ raps that sh+t be whack, childish games they go tit for tat (tit for tat)

[bridge 2]
they speakin’ on that gang but they be lame, them boys can’t hang
they know that black flag what i bang
you hate on me that’s so ashame (uh huh, on gang)
i got them big racks in my pocket (uh huh)
you say i’m a b+tch? p+ssy boy need to stop it (yuh, stop it)
speakin’ on b3, know i’m the topic
the know that i’m takin’ off just like a rocket (yuh)
[outro]
ay look tho
public service announcement
public service announcement (crazy man)
if you sharing glocks (sharing glocks?!)
you cannot run with me
look here sir, look here sir
these n+ggas be talking so muhf+ckin’ crazy
(stretch where you at stretch) (stretchhh)
but go be outside with no glizzys, how that work?
(stretchhh) (stretchhh) (stretchhhh) (where are you?)
(where are youuuu)

- fatboy biggz lyrics

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