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fumez the engineer & mowgs - mowgs x fumez the engineer plugged in part 2 lyrics

[verse]
pretty b+tches always talkin’ bout dubai
ask my n+gga [?]
said she signin’ p+ssy out the five
so much keys up in mikes
that i can’t even in sleep
‘cah if feds kick the door, all my n+ggas 90g’s, yo
i can’t lie, i can smell the hate up in the air
got me feelin’ like drake, n0body makes it over here
n+ggas like the feds so i don’t know and i don’t care
b+tch said she can’t stand me, told that hoe, ”get a chair”
whip, that’s a foreign
b+tch, that’s a foreign
brick, that’s a foreign, gettin’ money more problems
i get a different type of buzz when my line rings
and every time i break a pack, it gets excitin’
and you can take it how you want, i don’t take the p+ss
yeah you want a feature? give me racks or a couple bricks
shout them n+ggas up in country, got me rnp
n+ggas always askin’ me for prices, they don’t want a fee
still got feds up on my line, they won’t let me be
i don’t do magic, h+lla birds or i lock my sleeve
yeah
i’m sellin’ birds in my sleeve
you know how much yutes got jerked just to get this p
i thought he was my darg, sad to see him fold on me
i ain’t even send that yute o and he told on me
i thought you was my darg, you wanna see me ghost homie
and my heart’s cold, so please don’t trust me if you don’t know me
yeah, i’m from the side of brum where it goes off
kitties comin’ short, ‘cah she signed me off the phone box
yeah i can get you packs bro
that’s no probs
and if you don’t wanna travel, send you through the post box
n+ggas always talkin’ on my name, ain’t got time for that
see this sh+t weren’t over night, i had to grind for that
i can bill a strip and get it poppin’ where the grinder’s at
showed my sis a hundred racks and told her, ”i can’t sign for that”
yeah
i ain’t got time for gyal
fully on my grind, humble n+gga, i ain’t the type to brag
i don’t even like n+ggas, don’t care if they don’t like a man
fully on my grind, i swear, i just want the line to bang
g, i’m a master in the t, call me mighty moe
g, i’m a master with the keys, call me mighty joe
he deserved to get bun, it’s only rightly so
prada to the hood, but couple n+ggas, they don’t like me though
prada to the hood, i guess they came up off a broken dreams
cruisin’ in a foreign, still give change to the local fiend
feds in my rear+view, i hope that they don’t notice me
‘cah i got a brick in the back
and a loadda weed
came a long way, juggin hard, hittin’ town+to+town
my n+gga spent sixty on a whip, what’s a hundred thou?
la+la+label offer me some deals, but i just turn it down
’cause i can hit the strip and get the bricks and put the workers out
yeah
put the workers out
told my n+gga, ”let’s get this money, put the burners down”
we some ratchet ass n+ggas in the penthouse
i ain’t f+ckin’ with a n+gga, sittin’ on the fence now
when mummy used to tell me, ”son, get out”
i used to jump the train and hit a strip and knock the z down
i know that n+gga snakey, i can see his face
but he don’t know i’m really slimey and i play the game
[outro]
(fumez the engineer)

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