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fatt macc - vacuum seals lyrics

turn that sh+t off bruh
(mike gotti this sh+t stupid)
turn that sh+t off bruh
on god
that seal done turnt
me up
we in the trap right now n+gga
on god
my trap do stupid number bae watch them cameras it might be the folks
ion’ know this bihh from a can of paint but
she might be the goat
her ass stupid fat she toting a load
don’t mind hittin’ the road
double vacuum seal them b+tches stank
hope they don’t pull her over
triple vacuum seal it ain’t no way
i still smell the aroma
hundred’s turkey bags up in a day barely
put some on them
i just made a ten up off a play i charged
a extra hundred
ain’t no way in h+ll them n+ggas hatin’
thеy ain’t getting no money
took the fivе percent up off the benz
let them see me stunt
take them moissanite up out your sh+t
that ain’t vs ones
that food saver turnt me to the man with out you
i ain’t nothing
i just vacuum seal two hundred of them b+tches save myself some money
nominate me trapper of the year my sh+t
jump out the gym
know i still go back to the hood my
jugg love me still
crazy that they shot me in my head and
i ain’t shed a tear
same night i had lil uhh spinning
they ain know i lived
talking to the plug let’s get back to it im
just glad im here
same day he had the b+tches landing
like he holyfield
i can’t even lie that food saver the
reason why im here
ain gone lie i still believe in god
but i know it is
took a ratchet b+tch up out the hood
now she doing good
take that white girl throw it in that uh
that’s how you know it’s him
every time i come back from the farm
i put my people on
he say he ain’t coming off that block he say that’s
where he belong
i was on that block like everyday my
plays take me home
posted up with some real robbers the
j’s will take some from ya’
boy your life ain’t worth a gram of heart the
jail shake some for me
n+ggas on the street go to jail
they buddy buddy
ain’t cl!cking up with nan’ n+gga i still a
quake that b+tton
riding with two switches don’t give a f+ck i still gotta’
raise my boy
solo riding with that dogsh+t i dare you
take some from me
ima’ tell the da i was scared i ain’t
have no choice
them n+ggas lied they said trapping was dead
he must ain’t have no source
bro just called me bout’ pair of shoes but he ain’t
tryna cop no jordan’s
i be making plays all in the bed dreaming bout
traps and stuff
i can’t even make this b+tch that
seal turnt me up

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