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fyb j mane & fyb montae – “bye bye” lyrics

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[chorus]
pu,pu,pull pull up part the window n-gga bye bye
shots fired man down on the opps side
walk up do you wrong ain’t no drive-bys
fourth quarter last shot with the game tied

and you gone fold under pressure p-ssy stop lying
the opps always talking sh-t but they keep dying
and you ain’t turn up for your homies n-gga stop lying
and when it’s up that b-tch is up there, we gone keep sliding b-tch

pull up part the window n-gga bye bye
shots fired man down on the opps side
walk up do you wrong ain’t no drive-bys
fourth quarter last shot with the game tied

[ verse 1: fyb montae]
no rap beef we clap heat check the stat sheet
we opp shopping with the draco in the backseat
i’m derrick fisher in his prime with this packed heat
back shots for any n-gga think he a athlete
archie gang and tooka ville, i got mob ties
.40s, .45s we don’t tote 9s
we blood thirsty off them pills with them frog eyes
we bdk as f-ck the opps and plus we die 5

[chorus]
pu, pu, pull pull up part the window n-gga bye bye
shots fired man down on the opps side
walk up do you wrong ain’t no drive-bys
fourth quarter last shot with the game tied
and you gone fold under pressure p-ssy stop lying
the opps always talking sh-t but they keep dying
and you ain’t turn up for your homies n-gga stop lying
and when it’s up that b-tch is up there, we gone keep sliding b-tch

[verse 1: fyb j mane]
like some f-cking hockey pucks all we do is slide
if you ain’t turn up for the gang stop merching it on the guys!
n-ggas b-tches, tyler perry p-ssies in disguise
shoot ya block up spin three times just like some curly fries
no, i’m not no f-cking rapper i’m a grave digger
big fyb the great feel like i made n-ggas
five-thousand dollar dolph cause i’m a paid n-gga
i got kicked up out of school for cracking treys n-gga!

[chorus]
pu, pu, pull pull up part the window n-gga bye bye
shots fired man down on the opps side
walk up do you wrong ain’t no drive- bys
fourth quarter last shot with the game tied
and you gone fold under pressure p-ssy stop lying
the opps always talking sh-t but they keep dying
and you ain’t turn up for your homies n-gga stop lying
and when it’s up that b-tch is up there, we gone keep sliding b-tch



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