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fotso - hearsemaker lyrics

[hook: chris fotso]
aye, huh
i still got one in the chamber
c-ck it, offing a rocket, huh aye
2300 the gang
sw-nging, i get your block hit
not taking your chain, i’m taking your life
taking your main, i’m taking your wife
better mean what you say cuz it come with a price
reap in the day, tell a n-gga goodnight
he-rs- maker
put that boy in the dirt later, aye
polyester
put that boy on a shirt later, aye
skeleton
can’t fix that with medicine, aye
he meddling
now he worth some benjamins, aye

[verse 1: krishu]
my b-tch she heaven sent
big .45, two glocks gon settle it
she tryna blackmail like letterman
bro got a glock in the hoodie like belichick
b-tch off amphetamines
talked bout her in tommy!, her boyfriend gon’ threaten me
make you sh-t bag, like 70
f-ck 12, crackers won’t coretta me
yuh, what that mean?
on mlk with a beam
not me, i’m brown like heem
white boy tote sticks, cuz c.r.e.a.m
get it? gt ribbit
got these hoes wet just like a spigot
season, hoe from ibiza, i’m just gon’ curve for no reason
i got the dub on fortnite, smashed, then i p-ss, she a wh0r-, right, cuz she the know score, right?
light work for a p, my bro got the .44 tucked in his jeans for 4 light minutes
walk through, get the bag, and split it
chris play catch a snitch like quidditch
me and maxxx, that’s 33 spigot
pull up in that ghost on a muf-ckin bigot
she wanna f-ck me i met her before, she said i was broke
skai said she a corny lil hoe, now she dm all h-rny
i’m phoenix amar’e, i scored me like 40
brown boy not a jew
die ‘fore i ever go on maury, 2333 crew
b-tch!
krishu

[hook: chris fotso]
i still got one in the chamber
c-ck it, offing a rocket, huh aye
2300 the gang
sw-nging, i get your block hit
not taking your chain, i’m taking your life
taking your main, i’m taking your wife
better mean what you say cuz it come with a price
reap in the day, tell a n-gga goodnight
he-rs- maker
put that boy in the dirt later, aye
polyester
put that boy on a shirt later, aye
skeleton
can’t fix that with medicine, aye
he meddling
now he worth some benjamins, aye

[verse 2: maxxx]
my n-gga a he-rs-maker
shoot first, then worry later
nah lil baby can’t save ya
but if they ask, “who done made you?”
maxxx; aka yung n-gga who jus’ be movin’ the pack
racks: is what i got in my young n-gga louie duffle bag
y-ss, is what your b-tch sayin’ when she see me all in the drip
sh-t!, f-ck on that b-tch in a lyft then she was told she gotta git, yeah
none of these n-ggas forreal
go for the throat just to k!ll
you hear the truth u can’t deal
lil b-tch jus’ swallow the pill

- fotso lyrics

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