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fmb dz - traffic lyrics

[verse 1 ?]
20,000 on me, 10 hoes, told them hoes to get naked
[?] half of this sh+t, we got good action
i’m doing this sh+t for fun, [?] take a b+tch to [?]
[?] with some sh+t [?] throw the book at you
900 for these off whites, i got my toes [?]
[?] around your b+tch, she put her nose in
can’t go o work without my stick, i get my pole in
bend down and do the boogie, that’s me and bro dance
’bout to pull up on shawty, [?]
flood the city with the bricks, a young [?]
[?], listen to soulja slim
they say they don’t f+ck with us, but we don’t f+ck with them
[chorus ?]
i keep a bad b+tch around me
i just sold a hundred pints in the d
i’m on the road getting money with my team
and i don’t want no fake n+ggas round me
they say [?] half a mill though, [?]
[?] touchdown with [?]
[?] 24 for them seels
[?] face, and it still taste [?]
f+ck it, go to [?] [?] that’s how i feel
y’all n+ggas ain’t really [?] y’all cappin
phone ringing while i’m in the booth, i be slapping
n+gga tried to hide, we gon’ hit his ass in traffic

[verse 2 ?]
man, you n+ggas broke
when they say my name, they mentioning me with the goats
i ain’t [?] but i get a lotta dope
ain’t no back and forth with this war, n+ggas gotta go
used to be my baby, now ou in your feelings like [?]
family be the first ones that cross you, you already know
in my own lane, ain’t no catching me, just let it go
been trippin back [?] had the [?]
i got [?] 1’s in my charm, this b+tch heavy, bro
big ass crib in the ‘berbs, 3 levels, ho
i don’t need no deal, b+tch i’m good, this sh+t on the flow
just bought new chops, i can’t wait to hear them b+tches blow
[chorus ?]
i keep a bad b+tch around me
i just sold a hundred pints in the d
i’m on the road getting money with my team
and i don’t want no fake n+ggas round me
they say [?] half a mill though, [?]
[?] touchdown with [?]
[?] 24 for them seels
[?] face, and it still taste [?]
f+ck it, go to [?] [?] that’s how i feel
y’all n+ggas ain’t really [?] y’all cappin
phone ringing while i’m in the booth, i be slapping
n+gga tried to hide, we gon’ hit his ass in traffic

- fmb dz lyrics

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