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fatt dave – mitchell & ness lyrics

[intro: fatt dave]
they want me to talk my sh-t
i ain’t talkin’ no sh-t, i’m tryna f-ck me a b-tch

[chorus: fatt dave]
these n-ggas cap like mitch-ll & ness
i f-ck on yo’ b-tch then i give her back
i f-ck that ho once then she callin’ back
beef on her back, she don’t know how to act
give me some top then it’s back to the trap
f-ck a b-tch, i’m tryna move a new pack
and get me a coupe, i’m cruisin’ in that
you talkin’ that sh-t, you losin’ it, [?]
we in a sprinter with like two or three straps
these n-ggas be fans, these n-ggas be [?]
lil’ bro’ shootin’ sh-t like the cavs
play on the way, he said he got six
catch up on a one way, that sh-t got iffy
pop me a addy, that sh-t got me tipsy
she wanted a hug, i grabbed on her t-tty

[verse 1: fatt dave]
two bad b-tches named sarah and nicki
they gave me becky and i got a quicky
hold on lil’ b-tch, i’ll be done in a minute
i make that b-tch clean it up when i’m finish
i’m in her mouth, braces, dental
i’m a big dog, i brought the kennel
lil’ thot poppin’ p-ssy like a pimple
i bust it down and i p-ss to my n-gga

[verse 2: stunna 4 vegas]
he call out “smoke” and get put in a swisher
we came with rods like we finna go fishin’
boy, you’ll get murked for a mention
i send them to lurk and the blitzin’
she wanna f-ck ’cause she like how i kick it
her favorite rapper a sissy
i’m gettin’ booked from bity to bity
real artist, i get past the door with my bl1cky
uh, uh, it be hard for me to pick a thot
she in my dm, like, “pick me”
make him move off his block, eviction
we in the sprinter with drac’s and 50’s
uh, these n-ggas cap like mitch-ll & ness
whole p-ssy, kitty cat
i’m slime, i’m out here, he won’t get it back
we leave the beef in the streets, f-ck the internet
ha!

[chorus: fatt dave]
these n-ggas cap like mitch-ll & ness
i f-ck on yo’ b-tch then i give her back
i f-ck that ho once then she callin’ back
beef on her back, she don’t know how to act
give me some top then it’s back to the trap
f-ck a b-tch, i’m tryna move a new pack
and get me a coupe, i’m cruisin’ in that
you talkin’ that sh-t, you losin’ it, [?]
we in a sprinter with like three or three straps
these n-ggas be fans, these n-ggas be [?]
lil’ bro’ shootin’ sh-t like the cavs
play on the way, he said he got six
catch up on a one way, that sh-t got iffy
pop me a addy, that sh-t got me tipsy
she wanted a hug, i grabbed on her t-tty

- fatt dave lyrics

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