fmb dz - say it then lyrics
[intro: fmb dz]
just met a real b-tch, baby where you been?
fast motherf-cking money
baby where you been?
[verse 1: fmb dz]
i just met a real b-tch, baby where you been?
she ain’t know me for a week, and sh-t done came out 10
let the games begin, never had no bin
notebook and a pen, got me a new benz
take care of my friends, they gon take care of my smoke
take care of my plug, he gon take care of that dope
take trips out the country, used to take trips to the county
used to have rocks in my shoes, now i got rocks in the rolly
used to trap with them pills, now it’s called trap with them deals
i be in beverly hills, pull up and show me it’s real
sada baby ready to k!ll
i took control of the wheel
one step away from a mil
that sh-t gon give me the chills
we just landed in the bay, i got dre with me
gucci shirt planned to sell, but it was $850
ain’t no n-gga pressing me, ’cause i keep apes with me
keep them hitters with me backstage, with all the k!llers with me
couple n-ggas on me, well known to keep from chicken on me
hit the rooftop with two glocks, got all the b-tches on me
take ’em to the suite, beat ’em down, do the switcheroni
b-tch i’m big unc, top shotta, i’m the biggest homie
[chorus: sada baby]
say you want smoke, go and say that then
you get the shot you gon’ choke, go and say that then
you a average d-cksucker, go and say that then
that’s your b-tch, want me to f-ck her, go and say that then
heard n-gga want some smoke, go and say that then
you get the shot you gon’ choke, go and say that then
you a average d-cksucker, go and say that then
that’s your b-tch, want me to f-ck her, go and say that then
[verse 2: fmb dz]
we gon up the murder rate, you test the man droppa
it’s gon be a lot of smoke behind the don dada
my young dog like mad max, you ever seen shottas?
i point the picture at the preacher, you ever seen billy?
this fast money sh-t and blood, is tatted on my belly
223s get to spitting, knock him out his peli
or knock him out his timbs
rear end just limps
cut a n-gga like flip, right above his rim
n-ggas talking murder, talking never hit nothing
i heard them boys caught yo mans and you ain’t did nothing
how you rapping ’bout the role, but never sent nothing
talking like you be spoiling hoes, but never spend nothing
i’m known to get money
i’m talking big money
$500,000, a $100 in jewelry, yeah that’s $600
take a pick of it
i know they sick of it
unc say he got some topside, i need a brick of it
[chorus: sada baby]
say you want smoke, go and say that then
you get the shot you gon’ choke, go and say that then
you a average d-cksucker, go and say that then
that’s your b-tch, want me to f-ck her, go and say that then
heard n-gga want some smoke, go and say that then
you get the shot you gon’ choke, go and say that then
you a average d-cksucker, go and say that then
that’s your b-tch, want me to f-ck her, go and say that then
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