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fmb dz - hell & back lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
been through h-ll and back i don’t speak on it
i got some good -ss dope i put my feet on it
sending down the way and i still put in 300
money on the floor say no more you know we on it

[fmb dz:]
my n-gg- getting to the chicken f-ck reminiscing
we be in the kitchen pay attention i think something missing
if a n-gg- still he get k!lled that’s just how i feel
got a lot of powder on this table look like enfamil
hard work really pay off i want this sh-t for real
gotta’ get a deal gotta’ put my momma on a hill
f-ck how you feel every month a n-gg- got bills
sh-t ain’t coming up play with that cake let’s demonstrate
slide down your block broad day like where that n-gg- at
you on the internet i pop up cause i ain’t in to that
last n-gg- said we had beef you know i ended that
speaking ending that rip tray ain’t gon bring him back
hide all the chops for the kids we don’t teach ‘em that
but never take no sh-t from no n-gg- i be preaching
but where the demons at you will get dropped where you leaning at
ain’t no loyalty around this b-tch so quit screaming that

[jeno cashh:]
imma’ get this b-tch on lock until they tap out
boy i’m going to jail if they smell like the smack down (if you smell)
b-tch i jumped off the porch you n-gg-s backed down
any b-tch ain’t hold me down get my back now
this sh-t for real that’s why jmo think he next now (what up jmo)
about to ball on this n-gg-s like i’m prep guy (you hear me)
graduated to a bird with my cap gown
bro’ cuz’ had that b-tch jumping like the frat house ( 6 mile, 6 mile)
i ain’t even gon see my n-gg- until they max out
back routes 10 to my bird now it’s back out
no gps out the country pull the maps out
20 years to around to see some sh-t you seen on black ops
hit the block and hide dope from the black ops
i ain’t got for these n-gg-s b-tch i’m tapped out (cuz)
i’m selling p’s at my show n-gg- black odds
he gon’ did in the tee b-tch we franchise
n-gg-s k!ll me saying what they won’t do (you hear me)
banana clips on the yops’ with the oou oou(oou oou)
n-gg-s ain’t never had no name they don’t who was who
let this b-tch bang at his mans i hope he pull through

- fmb dz lyrics

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