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fatt kidd - scared to rap lyrics

[intro]
know what i’m sayin’? yea’ n-gga
play that sh-t right there n-gga
let me get in on that second part right here n-gga
listen to this sh-t, this sh-t nice n-gga
know what i’m sayin’?
this sh-t remind me of mo’f-ckin’ aj and free
106 & park freestyle, you know how a n-gga do
check it out man
aye, i’ma come in like this, like this, like this

[verse 1]
they scared to get on a track with me, they know i’d k!ll ’em
the snakes know i’m venom, so you trippin’ if you bit him, back on the rhythm
which one is it? she tryna kick it, ’cause i look better than my pictures
but i ain’t get it, ’cause i ain’t really feel it
them boys scared of the flow, bro, they know i’d k!ll ’em
or they just trippin’, i be talkin’ ’bout them politicians
but i feel different when i hear the kick in
i hear the snare in, i’m just a average n-gga, but my style’s rare, yea’
yo, i know this hoe, didn’t know she was a hoe tho’
treated her like a queen, ’til i found out what you know tho’
aye, it’s kind’a stupid when we bang, like where does it stop?
on the real, it’s either dead or winding up shot
lost homies bangin’ in the streets, they died on the block
and julie blew his brains out, in front of the cops
just taught this n-gga how to rap, put him on a track
taught him how to get money, and he gone like that

boy
that sh-t crazy man
nah i’m good let me catch it again
let me come back

[verse 2]
they scared to talk about life, ’cause it slowly k!ll ’em
got snakes in your yard, so you, you gotta trim ’em
lil’ homie lookin’ at me lost, because i can’t help him
i got some problems of my own, but i can’t tell him
i just start screaming, “bruh, you beggin’ like a motha’ f-ckin’ b-tch”
i feel embarr-ssed, but i don’t want him to tell me sh-t
he said i’m holding on my money when it don’t exist
i bet it’d fix all your problems, if you make a list
sh-t, you tryna get a b-tch, you better off rich
so stop tryna talk to me ’bout that small sh-t
boy yo’ bum -ss need to clean ya’ arm pit
last thing i’m bout to say, and i’m gone quick
we on sh-t that you broke n-ggas can’t get on
you gotta hustle just to get it, like a marathon
ha, he said i’m holding on
didn’t think ’bout what he meant ’til i got back home
i was wrong, f-ck

- fatt kidd lyrics

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