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fma nebz - f*ck pp lyrics

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stop talking sh-t b-tch
the way i f-cking rap, you’ll probably snitch
i get it, i can’t rap
but b-tches like y’all be in anyone’s motherf-cking lap (yeah)

i just put on a rollie
i filled it with baguettes
they act like they know me
since they know i’m up next

f-ck i never rest
i’m tryna be the best
cuban around my neck
and i don’t even have to flex

when i pull up the ‘rarri
they start to say sorry
similar what happened
with offset and cardi (yeah)

brinks on the block
put this sh-t on lock
quarter milli cash
spent half on the dash (yeah)

new to the group
range ain’t a coupe
i’m still the f-cking dearest
and it’s shown in my lyrics (yeah)

don’t f-ck with the bros
we take bros over hoes
unless you’re f-cking shane
my coupe go insane

but can you really blame him
he just wanted to take a swim
so hop off the man
don’t go in that van

sketchy -ss sh-t
you must feel hit
you should reminisce
after hearing this diss

when you walk into cl-ss
you talk about your rank
i’m sitting in the gas, nah
that’s cash from the f-cking bank

don’t wanna beg
to spread your mother f-cking legs (yeah)
ally, you were drew’s biggest mistake
that sh-t isn’t even a hot take

lexi, half way through the song you were panting
sounded like your lungs were decanting
don’t ever compare me to jess
she is half of me, at best

to be fair, we took an l
if i was 6ix9ine, i would yell
you say i need to change my clothes (aye)
but i got gucci to my toes

- fma nebz lyrics

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