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fmb dz - new me lyrics

[intro]
(zay, what up, n+gga?)

[verse 1: fmb dz]
i love a bad b+tch that i can make some money with
all we do is run plays any time we politic
i don’t think you n+ggas know the meaning of a bottom b+tch
every time i put a play in motion, she gon’ follow it
if i tell a b+tch to jump, she gon’ ask me how high?
hoes pointin’ at the dunk every time i ride by
every time my ex+b+tch see me out, she wanna cry
no lie, i just spent a ten+ball on gettin’ fly
i can put my young n+ggas on your ass and get you stripped
i just sent a big bag down the way, it’s gettin’ flipped
told skip by the time he bleed twice, he gon’ be rich
got it out the mud, n+gga, ain’t n0body gave us sh+t
i’ma turn it up a little, let me crank it up a notch
fifty on me in the diamond district, tryna buy a watch
told my b+tch i’m too paranoid, we ain’t dinin’ out
whooped a n+gga with my jewelry on and knocked some diamonds out

[chorus: fmb dz]
they say they want the old whoop, this the new me
hit the club and make a movie, this b+tch goin’ on tubi
got the demon sittin’ outside, that b+tch came with two seats
got five grams stuffed in the looseleaf
yeah, why you woofin’ on the ‘gram? n+gga, you’s the police
b+tches thinkin’ that i scam, i just sold a four+piece
you get caught up in a jam, n+gga, you don’t know me
by myself with this 40 feelin’ like i’m four deep
[verse 2: fmb dz]
i forgot about the other one zack and cody
and your b+tch always complain ’cause you so cheap
n+gga bought a girl some diamonds, she just there for van cleef
f+ck a bad b+tch raw, make her eat a plan b
all i smoke is cavities, this sh+t here is rapper weed
flyin’ at a rapper speed, i want a b+tch that’s j+panese
i ain’t never lackin’, please, i’ma bulletproof the sleeve
got an all+star team, my n+ggas jump out shootin’ threes

[verse 3: kerch dolla]
i can’t even buy a watch, spent all my money on the beef (dolla)
lil’ baby brain crazy, save her number under “geek” (what else?)
i’m a big homie, a couple k!llers under me (what else?)
chopper sound like a lullaby, put your ass to sleep (what else?)
had to bulletproof the vest, heard n+ggas want me next (keep goin’, dolla)
if a n+gga want respect, better go and get a check (keep goin’, dolla)
i’m tied in with the mob, n+gga, you don’t see the crest?
i ain’t gon’ lie, i still love my lil’ baby from gwinnett (hahahaha)
i know my lifestyle crazy (huh?), but don’t feel for me (huh)
my favorite uncle sixty+six and he still rollin’ (keep goin’, dolla)
they gave my baby sixty years and he still hopin’ (still)
thinkin’ can the feds tap nextels and motorolas?
dolla (yee)

- fmb dz lyrics

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