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fmb dz - atlanta nights lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
hmm
the money, the jewelry, the cars
don’t mean sh+t if you about you’d watch your— ayy

[chorus: fmb dz]
the money, the jewelry, the cars
don’t mean sh+t if you’d watch your dogs starve
i got some real n+ggas locked behind the wall
i put my mans on just to catch that fall
not only that, i wanna see that n+gga ball
get a n+gga block wiped out with one call
all the bad b+tches wanna f+ck a superstar
ridin’ through atlanta in a phantom smokin’ shark
i always spin the block a couple times before i park
yeah, we’d hit his block broad day before it’s dark, yeah
meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
n+ggas know thеy never supposed to disrеspect the boss man
i keep a 40 on me, that n+gga my best friend
i won’t even touch the mic without my backend
let me catch a n+gga in my city and he ain’t tapped in
i just gave a fiend a half a gram for a mac 10, woop

[verse 1: fmb dz]
i don’t care who them n+ggas is or who they run with
fast money boys, turn around, my n+ggas run sh+t
ain’t no n+gga never pressed me ’cause we the pressers
paranoid, keep a ten milli on the dresser
and i got a house full of hoes like hugh hefner
four+five’ll flip a n+gga over like a spatula
ten different hoes every day like i’m a bachelor
the b+tch walked in wearing louis, we was matchin’
eighty+inch flats on every wall in the pad
christmas comin’ up, my mama said she want a jag’
my b+tch sell bad, every month she get a bag
she got a bbl, i spent ten thousand for the ass
i had to get my mind together, had to get that stash right
ridin’ with a bl!cky on me, it come with a flashlight
flyin’ state to state tryna see who got some glass pints
fmb, sge, b+tch, we live the fast life (ayy)
[chorus: fmb dz]
the money, the jewelry, the cars
don’t mean sh+t if you’d watch your dogs starve
i got some real n+ggas locked behind the wall
i put my mans on just to catch that fall
not only that, i wanna see that n+gga ball
get a n+gga block wiped out with one call
all the bad b+tches wanna f+ck a superstar
ridin’ through atlanta in a phantom smokin’ shark
i always spin the block a couple times before i park
yeah, we’d hit his block broad day before it’s dark, yeah
meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
n+ggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
i keep a 40 on me, that n+gga my best friend
i won’t even touch the mic without my backend
let me catch a n+gga in my city and he ain’t tapped in
i just gave a fiend a half a gram for a mac 10, woop

[verse 2: yung marley & fmb dz]
let me catch a n+gga smokin’ shark ’til he ain’t come from me
n+ggas know i got the biggest salt, that’s why they f+ck with me
i done gave you everything i had, what more do you want from me?
too bad went to ocean view, but nah, i don’t want no company
i could stop it if i could, i’d motivate you for the hood
rolled eight, nine grams, i can’t fit it in a ‘wood
two cell phones beatin’ in the trap, always rolled
i told ’em catch every play, i give a f+ck if they patrol
i can put you on your feet or put some money on your head
get a plug or lose your life, n+gga, how you wanna play it?
screamin’, “r.i.p tuck”, we want forty on my hands
slidin’ in the lamb’ truck, k!llers on the sprinter van
i put my n+gga on his feet, he’d crutch if i need him
tell him bust, he gon’ squeeze ’em, if he hungry, i’ma feed him
i like to see my n+ggas shinin’, forgiatos on the bimmer
i’m a million+dollar n+gga, but surrounded by them demons (ayy, yeah)
[chorus: fmb dz & yung marley]
the money, the jewelry (ayy), the cars
don’t mean sh+t if you’d watch your dogs starve (what?)
i got some real n+ggas locked behind the wall
i put my mans on just to catch that fall
not only that, i wanna see that n+gga ball
get a n+gga block wiped out with one call
all the bad b+tches wanna f+ck a superstar
ridin’ through atlanta in a phantom smokin’ shark
i always spin the block a couple times before i park
yeah, we’d hit his block broad day before it’s dark, yeah
meet him at his house and get him blew before he walk in
n+ggas know they never supposed to disrespect the boss man
i keep a 40 on me, that n+gga my best friend
i won’t even touch the mic without my backend
let me catch a n+gga in my city and he ain’t tapped in
i just gave a fiend a half a gram for a mac 10, woop

- fmb dz lyrics

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