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fmb dz - lunch lyrics

[verse 1: daboii]
tell that n+gga watch his mouth when he speak on me
ten thousand dollar outfit on, ain’t nothing cheep on me
all this water drippin on my body, it’s a leak on me
caught a petty case, them b+tches caught me with some weed on me
that sh+t slowed me down, but i ain’t gon’ lie, ’cause i was moving fast
[?] finish last
[?] was bullsh+t, so i was skipping class
me and brodie [?] them n+ggas [?]
[?] long nights tryna get it up
i can’t even tell you how many times i felt like giving up
i was [?] pick it up
made man, i [?] get a n+gga [?]
[?] don’t pay attention to [?]
never catch me on instagram telling my business
[?] we got the mop with us
we’ll burn a n+gga’s spot down, [?] with us

[verse 2: fmb dz]
we’ll burn a n+gga’s spot down, if thеy don’t [?] with us
we the ones who do thе robbing, ain’t no cops with us
i can’t even count [?] we got a lot with us
and i don’t wanna hit that b+tch, she let [?] hit it
i ain’t coppin whips off the street, i’m off the lot, n+gga
i catch an opp [?] like the rock, n+gga
n+gga think he taking something from me, you off rock, n+gga
wake up to your b+tch, she serve breakfast and top with it
when you see the gang in the party, put your chains up
i don’t give a f+ck where i’m at, throw my gang up
pull up to your hood, one deep, not a chain tucked
oh b+tch, you got that wet wet? beat the blade up
i can’t even count how many times a n+gga gave up
[?] big body out, hold the lanes up
i [?] get the job done, i don’t say much
my b+tch like the wrong pic, we gon’ break up
[verse 3: daboii]
the feds like oh sh+t, big woo back
heard them boys hit you in your sh+t, and you ain’t shoot back
i heard them n+ggas ran you out your section, and they stepped on you
[?] we got a check coming
pulled up on another n+gga b+tch, and left the vet running
pull up on another n+gga b+tch and got th the neck frm her

[verse 4: fmb dz]
it’s on me now, got the bag round, i’m big homie now
i don’t wanna hear that bullsh+t, you gotta show me now
i don’t wanna hear that bullsh+t, n+gga, show me
big guns, 223 bullets and a 40
f+ck what n+ggas saying on them songs, n+gga, smoke me
cold summer? b+tch, what? i’m cozy
i be with the gangstas, the robbers, the mob members
every b+tch in this club bad, it’s like god [?]
[?] realer
i hit that b+tch from the front, and she got thicker
n+gga

- fmb dz lyrics

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