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fcg heem & l.o.e. shimmy - not lit lyrics

[intro: fcg heem & l.o.e. shimmy]
yay
oh+oh
they say, “oh+oh+oh”
they say, they say
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh+oh
they say, “oh+oh+oh”
they say, they say
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh+oh
they say
oh+oh+oh, oh+oh+oh
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[chorus: fcg heem]
shallowside where i’m from
them young n+ggas go dumb
heard them n+ggas want me dead, so, all them glizzys got a drum
lil’ whodie better not play ’round with my brother, he get slumped
he don’t even think ’bout sh+t, i give ’em that glizzy, he get crunk
yeah
n+gga keep on tweeting ’bout the kid like we won’t drop sh+t
really taking first class flights, we in the c+ckpit
you ain’t really gettin’ to no money, boy, you not lit
christian loubs, i never seen these in my life, i had to cop it

[verse 1: fcg heem]
i just had to flex on them n+ggas for all them broke times
this rap sh+t looking good, twenty in a month
look, we gon’ be fine
i ain’t worried ’bout another n+gga make, ’cause we don’t do chime
promise my son that i ain’t gon’ never go to jail, so we don’t do crimes
young n+gga got all them diamonds ’round his neck, n+gga come take some
they don’t give no f+ck ’bout lil heem, they gon’ whack somethin’
lil’ whodie go crazy for that money, he need them jacksons
mama, i done got a lil’ money, we won’t never shop at pacsun’s (yeah)
i just hope my brothers ‘dem don’t change and keep it real
lil’ whodie steady flaggin’, you ain’t gon’ shoot, let’s be real
glizzy by my side, i can’t keep this b+tch concealed
tell the hood it won’t be long, i’m tryna run me up some ms (yeah, oh)
tell the hood it won’t be long i’m trying to run me up some ms
i can’t stop ’cause i still owe lil’ shawty a lil’ benz
i hope they happy when they see it
[chorus: fcg heem]
shallowside where i’m from
them young n+ggas go dumb
heard them n+ggas want me dead, so, all them glizzys got a drum
lil’ whodie better not play ’round with my brother, he get slumped
he don’t even think ’bout sh+t, i give ’em that glizzy, he get crunk
yeah
n+gga keep on tweeting ’bout the kid like we won’t drop sh+t
really taking first class flights, we in the c+ckpit
you ain’t really gettin’ to no money, boy, you not lit
christian loubs, i never seen these in my life, i had to cop it

[verse 2: l.o.e. shimmy]
oh, oh+oh
i heard that n+gga playin’ like we won’t slide, he better stop it
they tellin’ me, “keep goin’, you gon’ take off like a rocket”
i’m tired of shootin’ out, i’m tryna jump all in a mosh pit
i’m tryna catch him lackin’ out in traffic and make his car flip
oh, oh+oh
applyin’ pressure, n+gga coppin’ deuces while they start sh+t
n+gga, you wasn’t there when we was trappin’ out them ‘partments
ask lil’ sis’, i had to take from mom, that’s why i’m heartless
i don’t give a d+mn ’cause i’m gon’ feed the fam regardless
i had to stop playin’ with this sh+t and go my hardest
tryna stay away, he get that k and go r+t+rded
he tryna stay away from them trenches, he too deep in
i told ’em i was gon’ make it out the hood, they ain’t believe him
he say his brothers died streets, so he ain’t leavin’
he k!llin’ for a reason, feelin’ to get even
[chorus: fcg heem]
shallowside where i’m from
them young n+ggas go dumb
heard them n+ggas want me dead, so, all them glizzys got a drum
lil’ whodie better not play ’round with my brother, he get slumped
he don’t even think ’bout sh+t, i give ’em that glizzy, he get crunk
yeah
n+gga keep on tweeting ’bout the kid like we won’t drop sh+t
really taking first class flights, we in the c+ckpit
you ain’t really gettin’ to no money, boy, you not lit
christian loubs, i never seen these in my life, i had to cop it

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