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fbg dutchie - all lyrics

[intro]
huh?
huh? huh?
man, let me get a cigar, man
roll up, man, you hear me?
huh?
gang, gang, gang

[chorus]
i get all the gwop (that gwop), i hit all the thots (the thots)
i smoke on the opps (dope) and i call all the shots
i sold all them grams, finesse all their ass (goofy)
i got all them bands and we smoke all their mans (boom+boom, boom+boom)
i get all that gwop (that gwop), i hit all the thots (the thots)
i smoke on the opps (dope) and i call all the shots
i sold all them grams, finesse on their ass (finesse)
we got all them bands, yeah, we dropped all their mans (boom+boom, boom+boom)
[verse 1]
i get to the gwop, got a nickel in my rocks
got a nickel in my rocks, my valletto, you gettin’ shot (boom+boom, boom+boom, boom)
we smoke all the nu’ (dope), your ho is not new (no)
she probably is to you, if you knew what i knew (huh?)
you would separate like that boy named l’a (l’a)
my bae from la and we smoke on l’a (dope)
and we do not go out, she find me bank accounts
she work her way in, then i work her ass out
and she gainin’ weight (huh?), me too, i’m gainin’ weight (i am)
she gained off the d, me too, slangin’ weight (trap)
i sold all the drugs (huh?), i robbed all my plugs (gang)
no one shows no love (nah), i probably poked my blood (yeah)
it’s a dog eat dog world and i’m a dog, fool
i got to eat, that’s why i be sellin’ dog food
i don’t f+ck with lil’ gs, my boys some big dogs, too
gettin’ money, f+ck the opps, and motherf+ck the law, too, gang (gang)

[chorus]
i get all the gwop (that gwop), i hit all the thots (the thots)
i smoke on the opps (dope) and i call all the shots
i sold all them grams, finesse all their ass (goofy)
i got all them bands and we smoke all their mans (boom+boom, boom+boom)
i get all that gwop (that gwop), i hit all the thots (the thots)
i smoke on the opps (dope) and i call all the shots
i sold all them grams, finesse on their ass (finesse)
we got all them bands, yeah, we dropped all their mans (boom+boom, boom+boom)
[verse 2]
we smoke on the opps (the opps), we smoked all the opps (the opps)
been poppin’ since ’08, like, for real, ask the opps
no peace, guys done dropped, vice versa, lives done stopped
that’s why i’m ridin’ with squad until the gas can pop (gang, gang)
i’m at the casket drop, won’t catch me lackin’, stop (no)
i bet this rap sh+t pop and your goofy+ass get shot (boom+boom, boom+boom, boom)
i hit all the hoes (hoes), count up all the rolls (them rolls)
and i don’t be doin’ shows (no, no), them features, they came from bros (woah)
clouted, clouted, b+tch, i’m clouted, clizzy, what ya know about it?
all my n+ggas so about it, pistol ass’ll blow about it (boom, boom, boom)
snitchin’ n+ggas told about it, think that we don’t know about it
yeah, we know y’all gotta go, we plannin’ how to go about it
but let me get back to the melons
money, money, money, that’s the only thing that matters
them goofy n+ggas flats like a motherf+ckin’ plasma
that 12+gauge pump, no asthma, blast him

- fbg dutchie lyrics

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