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fg famous - martial arts lyrics

[intro: fg famous]
yeah, what
it’s famous n-gga
look

[chorus: fg famous]
i feel like f-ck a n-gga, if he ain’t been there from the start
and b-tch don’t ask me why, ’cause i ain’t got no f-ckin’ heart
my mama gone, daddy in jail, that sh-t tearin’ me apart
i don’t got too much to lose, advise you don’t f-ck with lil marky
’cause if you do, watch i spin the loop, wet you up before dark
retaliation is a must, so when it’s up them choppers bark
ain’t no missin’, watch this cutter spark and force your car apart
just might flip your sh-t, make the stick do a trick like martial arts

[verse 1: fg famous]
just got some info from a n-gga ’bout a n-gga, say they want my head
like i ain’t clutchin’ on the f-ckin’ cutters with one in the head
b-tch it’s over with, i’m not a maid but i’m gon’ make your bed
up and bust your sh-t with dirty sticks, i bet you end up dead
that’s some real sh-t, when cutters spit i doubt you make it out
i gotta get you first, ’cause if i don’t he’ll probably take me out
could’ve listened to my auntie and went the safer route
but sh-t you know how that go, like dolph i went the paper route
now i’m on, all these square n-ggas just tryna snake me out
b-tch you must be stupid, let me creep and catch you on the couch
me don’t leave no witness, k!llin’ everybody in the house
hop back in the rental, then i slide back to that dirty south
b-tch that’s what it is, got no other choice but respect it
yeah, swerve through my section, watch how quick sh-t gon’ get hectic
f-ck that, that go for any lil n-gga think i be reppin’
n-ggas be pillow talking, knowin’ them hoes come back and tell it
so i put all my trust in my cutter
i know she won’t change when sh-t get gutter
you f-ck with the gang but you gotta suffer
i went through the pain, you can’t see the struggle?
it run through my veins, i was born a hustler
we ain’t the same so i’m hollerin’ f-ck you
ain’t sparin’ nothin’, b-tch you ain’t my brother
p-ssy, that’s why

[verse 2: jaydayoungan]
ain’t no missin’, watch these cutters spark and force your car apart
why you slippin’, catch you after dark and rip your sh-t apart
just might flip your sh-t, make the stick do a trick like martial arts
b-tch if you flinch i’ma split your sh-t from your head down to your heart
don’t f-ck with the youngan, you know how i’m coming
ain’t ’bout to play with you, we ain’t in a park
don’t dive in that water, my shooter he heartless
you a fish b-tch, he a shark
yeah all you p-ssy n-ggas squares, they ain’t f-ck with me from the start
got a silencer ‘cross the barrel, when i squeeze this b-tch spark
f-ck whoever with you, i’m comin’ to get you
b-tch i’m ’bout my business, we’ll see ’bout that issue
that smith an’ be spittin’, i’m smashin’ the witness
catch you in the kitchen, your brains on the dishes
up the heater, this b-tch’ll melt you, now who tryna get scorched?
slangin’ iron, you gon’ need a stretcher, now who tryna get starched?

[verse 3: maine musik]
look i been crossed, could’ve been off, but they ain’t good enough
four-five glizzy tucked, that’s one-oh-three under the monkey nuts
i know them n-ggas wan’ be us but won’t see us, with hammers we gon’ meet up
’til they street up, painted burgundy for ‘bama
mama told me watch my grammar
man you role model your nephews
yes ma’am, they know just like i know, don’t never trust the n-ggas do
fifty on my piece, reached for it, breached through a chest too
so i tell maine maine and papu boy don’t never let ’em stop you
if i got to i’ll show you what the glock do to the flesh
seven-point-sixty-two, this b-tch gon’ chew all through the vest
through your neck and out your chest, jumped out on chosen with a tec
like try that sh-t again and somebody gotta get whacked

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