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feddi gang - yngm lyrics

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[intro]

getting money why they hating
n-ggas be hating man
young n-gga, getting money, why they hating

b-tch i’m a young n-gga, getting money why you hating

now they hating

(gang)

[hook]

young n-gga getting money why they hating
the way i’m packing they think it’s vacation (ba boom)
young n-gga getting money why you hating
pull up on his block, no talking then i’m spraying (see skurrt)

[verse 1: 500 chad]

boy i got so much cash, i could buy yo b-tch
she on my d-ck, and one look at my wrist (look at my wrist)
she f-cking with you but she f-cking with me and she f-cking with sl!ckz
yo b-tch doing d-cks
why did kiss her, my nut on her lips (ew)
i ball like the knicks, like jordan fourth quarter pull up i won’t miss
i’m whipping the brick, i’m breaking the stick and i’m catching these l!cks
boy look at my wrist, you broke as a b-tch and your -ss need a fix
guapo got the fifth, rae sav got the mac and scotty got the smith (bang!)

[hook]

young n-gga getting money why they hating
the way i’m packing they think it’s vacation (ba boom)
young n-gga getting money why you hating
pull up on his block, no talking then i’m spraying (see skurrt)

[verse 2: 500 kellz]

b-tch i’m up and i’m bussing, see a opp and i’m drilling for nothing
and they say they want smoke, so i smoke a n-gga like david ruffin
where you from little n-gga, where you from what’s your gang little n-gga (huh)
ain’t sh-t change little n-gga, g block always been the gang little n-gga (lets get it)
don’t tweak with my squad, 30’s bussing they’ll rip em apart
30’s bussing put his as in the stars, yo b-tch on our d-ck cause she know who we are like
feddi gang little n-gga
i ain’t with the rat sh-t, will bang little n-gga?
hollow tips make him change little n-gga, try to live a life that you can’t claim little n-gga

[verse 3: guapo]

i’m guapo the god, gotta “k” and shoot super far
i gotta go hard, screaming free my brody champ in them bars
feddi gang be my squad, made a living off of whipping hot? (whip whip)
seen your thot on your block, she hop in my car, she topping me off
she told me you fraud, she told me she love me, she know i’m a dog
she know that i ball, young guapo a star

[outro]



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