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fmb dz - want me gone lyrics

[hook x2]
i heard n-gg-s on my head
cause they heard i’m on
why these n-gg-s want me dead
why they want me gone
i’m just tryna get this bread i want my money long
i’m doing me, you doing you
what the f-ck wrong?

[verse: eastside 80’s]
i’m doing me, you doing you
that’s yo best bet
round here we don’t tolerate no disrespect
you say you looking for me
b-tch i’m where the money at
that’s why yo b-tch head is always where my tummy at
you don’t get bread, n-gg- where yo chips at?
where yo ice?
where yo crib?
where yo whip at?
you looking pitiful, boy you need to sit back
on my way to western union, i gotta get back
i done seen so much cheese off them gift wraps
why the f-ck i ain’t rich yet, i don’t get that
i got a crib at the burbs, i can kick back
got a pretty -ss b-tch, i love to hit that
b-tch i’m blowing moon rocks, you can’t hit that
b-tch i’m buffed up and i ain’t talking six packs
i call shots, i’ll get a n-gg- sh-t cracked
like a bad barber, i’ll push a n-gg- sh-t back

[verse: fmb dz]
i heard n-gg-s on my head
cause they heard i’m on
i just want just some f-cking bread
n-gg-s want me gone
hoes like a n-gg- dreads
say they getting long
i’m doing me, you worry bout me
what the f-ck is wrong?
i want some sprite and some head
you probably want a loan
i want some ice, and some lids, and a styrofoam
and i don’t facetime
b-tch this a money phone
you out here stunting for them hoes
now your money gone
i roll stones outside with a runny nose
i done sold food, blue pills, and honey cone
i like straight drop in my fiji and muddy rose
i done had bad mediocre and ugly hoes
i like them backwoods stuffed with the cookie
n-gg-s love hating on me cause they rookie
t.a.g. keep choppas for the p-ss-es
in the booth with my buffs on like r.i.p. to woody
mothaf-cka

[verse 3]
n-gg- say he on my head
i say come with it
i live this life and i’m prepared for what come with
a n-gg- want a verse from me
it’s a little ticket
real n-gg- around here, ain’t no cliques with you
my n-gg-s shooters, they gone buss til the clip empty
get rich or die tryin, yeah i feel like 50
middle finger to whoever that ain’t f-cking with me
i threw a red in my cup, i’m so f-cking sleepy
n-gg-s lurking instagram, sh-t so f-cking creepy
i came up now everybody and they mamma need me
b-tch where were you when i was looting the weed in
looked up to big meech cause he was really eating
told my mamma that i got it
got to keep my promise
i’m the coldest with the sh-ts
i’m just being honest
n-gg-s snitch
gotta stay away from anacondas
no more 313 meals
b-tch i’m eating katanas

- fmb dz lyrics

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