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fattjefee - lowkey pt.1 lyrics

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i play with the kays ain’t talkin no jewelry
snakin my bruva out n-gg- that’s foolery
this is for ballers and n-gg- you can’t sit with us
pack so big had to haul out the sprinta bus

my n-gg-s to quite n-gg- you have to listen up
we slide in all black the back of the tinted trucks
this is all ready remix you cannot mix it up
this is my own flow and you cannot pick it up

i run it up my way just me and my cousins
youngin and dillon gon spray cause it’s nothing
my n-gg-s be hungry then we serving this onion
f-ck friendships cause they always get sunkin

it was me and kyler trappin and asking for more
he got sensor so we can’t kick down the door
i had to trap one or work at the store
me and tim robbin n-gg-s with no remorse

a1jay gon slide with the ski mask
100band jugg don’t get shot with your cheap -ss
he f-cked up the lick couldn’t carry with his weak -ss
addictive to trap i think i need rehab

i keep the stick n-gg-s think it’s a ruler
down bad then i trappped with my tutor
pull out the macs like we nerds with computers
kickdown the door with the stick like intruders

i keep me that strap n-gg- it’s no velcro
don’t know who to shoot ini mini myni moe
small clips you gotta wink cause it’s micro
trap out the dark end i don’t need a light show

get in position they can slide any second
i was that plug n-gg- kept textin
i stay with them country n-gg-s like it’s texas
i always stay trappin ion care if they arrest me

if lul b slide then you know it gets crunchy
my n-gg-s they hungry always handling money
you was that one n-gg- slurping on honey
they cannot stop me i. stay serving undies

you say that’s your shooter n-gg- why he dissin
i stay baiting n-gg-s like i play with the fishes
yellow tips like we had planned a missions
the trap so hot that it smoked up the kitchen

lifting the work you thought i was a gym rat
my n-gg-s keep the sticks like we swinging the big bats
ninja turtles and you f-ck with the big rats
machine gun act like it got tourattes

i had to fight these n-gg-s with these bare hands
we pull up with the package like we was the mail man
headrap like i trap with the taliban
who got that lick with me it was h-lla man

i stay with the p’s ain’t talkin bout prada
trap n-gg- but i act like a scholar
my n-gg-s get physical iike a doctor
backdoor my mans and you know that’s the shocker

i slide the work n-gg- right through the dvd
trap need furniture no regency
he not a shooter he got locked for indecency
trappin with many like i’m from hillmeade

i kept running up my way im boutta speed off
my shooters really made that n-gg- billy gene walk
i’m p-ssing the work off got me feeling like a seahawk
i’m running my sack while that n-gg- beat off

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