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fmb dz - bigunk lyrics

(intro)
sh-t a cl-ssic (whooop)

(verse)
i just poured me a six, now i’m leanin
i might wake up tomorrow and buy a demon
yo b-tch childish, she be playing with my s-m-n
bank teller telling me to be careful when i’m leaving
50 thousand on me in these thousand dollar pants ooh
if you walk up on me the wrong way i bet my man shoot
i be on wisconsin with my n-gg- stone
i bought a new berretta, that b-tch black and chrome
put some money on him they gone smack his dome
when his body cold they gone tag his toes
n-gg-s buying kits trynna to fit in
i could still pull up on yo b-tch and she gone get in
she gone roll my woods up
while i pick my paper up
imma feed this b-tch good
after that get ate up
i heard you saving hoes, boy you need to put that cape up
they see them fmb chains coming, n-gg-s hate us
you know i keep my stick tuck
could never keep my sh-t tucked
vs-1 on everything, of course you got yo b-tch f-cked
won’t say to my face at all
shoot you in yo face my dog
i be off that ???pop, might f-ck around and face it all
i be in the kitchen mix and master like i’m alex yeah
used to sleep on pallets yeah, now i got a palace yeah
n-gg- you ain’t got a pot to p-ss in and i know that
n-gg- this my testimony, b-tch i feel like kodak
n-gg- snuck and shot the car up like they did pac
so i sent the b-tch to cut his throat like they did ox
put the ar-15 to his dreadlocks
imma get mad if i get blood on my deadstocks
word on the street, i got money on yo nugget
now yo -ss hiding, you can’t even come in public
talking big boy sh-t, like you really out here thuggin
like you really out here clutchin, boy yo p-ssy -ss ain’t know nothing
these n-gg-s don’t be sliding, these n-gg-s be hiding yeah
these n-gg-s bin laden yeah, it be hard to find em yeah
pulling up to day shift, hopping out the sp-ceship
free 80s he the goat yeah, i be on the apesh-t
i might get a 8 ball chain and ice that b-tch out
put that m-th-f-cka round his neck soon as he get out
n-gg- this that tag sh-t, that fmb sh-t
teacher said i wouldn’t be sh-t, now tell that b-tch to eat d-ck
b-tch said i was hard headed and i talk back
got a black on black coupe outside, i just bought that
heart cold as a icepick, used to work the night shift
it might sound like it but h-ll nah i ain’t write this (whooop)

- fmb dz lyrics

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