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fmbbabyg - intro lyrics

[intro]
aye
n+ggas wanna diss me bro
like i’m just some hoe ass n+gga bro
don’t forget bro, i do this sh+t bro
i’m undefeated bro
let me get on yo ass real quick folks
(relax n+gga)
milwaukee sh+t bro
nd’ shout out to my n+gga [?], big bro
(on 1 4 n+gga, milwaukee)
he gon’ send me regardless
broke ass n+gga but look
aye

[verse 1]
n+ggas always talkin’ like they really bout sh+t
(bout sh+t n+gga)
keep on makin’ death threats, i bet you die quick
(bet you die quick)
im on the road, 30 g’s nd’ its sloppy
(sloppy n+gga)
i’m lined with a thick foreign b+tch, that really pop sh+t
why these n+ggas always talkin’ but they really broke
(broke)
never touchеd ten or a five, i take you as a jokе
(you a joke n+gga)
n+ggas said they really in the streets, but ain’t gettin’ bread
(gettin’ bread)
really out here actin’ scared
really think they ass the feds
(police)
let me ask your ass a question
when you started trappin’?
(when you started trappin’?)
n+ggas actin’ all gangster, so they started rappin’
(why you rappin’?)
know your background n+gga
please stop actin’
(quit that act n+gga)
before i pull up at your crib, nd’ get to f+ckin’ clappin’
(n+gga clappin’)
n+gga you weak as a b+tch, nd’ you scary too
(n+gga you scary n+gga)
nd’ yo momma told me everything about you
(she told me everything)
before you start that gangster sh+t, you need to calm down
(calm down bro)
before you get yo ass popped, thats a man down
(man down bro)
you better ask some hoes about me, i don’t play around
(better ask n+gga)
nd’ i’m a big homie in the hood i stay around
(big homie)
all good, catchin’ plays when i come around
(okay slide)
[?] through the city, while your ass scared to come out
(yuhhh)
n+gga don’t try to hide, cause i know your whereabouts
(i know your whereabouts)
these n+ggas playin’ with me though like i won’t take em out
(i’ll take em out)
hollow in his bushes, thats a stake out
(stake out)
shootin’ with his chopper, thats a j+panese streak house
([?] his ass)
n+gga you better pray to god, cause its yo last wish
(you better pray n+gga)
you tryina make a diss song, take it to the streets
(to the streets)
but you ain’t really with the sh+t, cause you a b+tch n+gga
(yous a b+tch)
them n+ggas rob yo ass and you ain’t push a move, sh+t n+gga
(augh?)
n+gga you broke nd’ you lame, stay in yo own lane
(n+gga i’m dead bro)
before i light yo ass up like some propane
(propane n+gga)
i put them k!llers on yo ass, you shakin’ like a stripper
(where you are?)
d+mn what happened lil bro? i thought you was a k!ller
(you a k!ller n+gga?)
[?] you ate up in the streets, n+gga quit talkin’ bout it
(quit talkin’ bout it)
song slappin’ back to back, n+gga i know about it
(imma ring her)
nd’ yo b+tch wanna ride with a real shooter
(she wanna ride with me)
not a b+tch n+gga, lets talk about it; you ain’t a real shooter
(thats no make believe)
see a low in these jays, i don’t play around
(gta bro)
hit yo ass with a chop, it don’t make a sound
(it don’t make a sound)
i’m gettin’ to these heads n+gga, cause i need pros
catch a base, run into the act; b+tch i need dough
(i need my dough n+gga)
five heads lined up, like its apple bees
(five heads n+gga)
got yo b+tch on her knees like alicia keys
(i call alicia keys)
before you run up on me wrong, you better know n+gga
(real n+gga)
milwaukee n+gga, tryina go kick in yo door n+gga
(kick door b+tch)
bum n+ggas, why you talkin’? you can’t catch sh+t
around with a bad b+tch, she’ll swipe quick
she get on tips, she’ll shut yo b+tch ass up
(you a hoe)
take all g’s that you got, n+gga shut up
( i trained)
[outro]
broke as n+gga
(yhea yhea, i bring in the chain)
don’t ever come diss me, nashville ass n+gga
(you know that)
i’m from the m+th+f+ckin’ mil n+gga
i don’t got sh+t against nashville
(get over here)
but this broke as n+gga tryina test me n+gga
(b+tch)
bum ass n+gga
get yo weight up n+gga
baby g on this b+tch n+gga
ayeee
like i said nd’ i don’t do this sh+t
b+tch
(b+tch)
(again [?])

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