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mbox - fake matty boy lyrics

[intro]
yuh
f+cking [?] prada
([?] don’t stop)

[verse]
went from game boys to scales, now i play the mail
opp flexed some fake matty boy that he copped off grailed
turbo stickin’ out the civic lookin’ like a snail
switched the v three times but we lost the trail
brought my boy from outta town, he’s here to crack some safes
my custy dropped a patek off of [?]
was outside the impound doing donuts and i smacked the gate
i had a lot of opposition but they passed away
i know my custys love me, i’m a fan favorite
i need a hundred bricks like my man franklin
tryin’ steal my secret recipe, it’s thе d+mn plankton
i’m good in every hood cuz i’m mad sanctioned
i swеar she only loves me cuz i’m racked up
boy was talking hot now he’s packed up
through the city, twelve deep, three black trucks
swear it’s just the percosets that make a mack tough
always put my people first, that’s my tragic flaw
i swear this pint of wocky is like my magic wand
if you’re tryin’ to go pound for pound i can match your farm
my worker never handles plays cuz he lacks the charm
on my free time i still free the [?]
what’s a ford fusion to a 911
the way i pull up from deep three coach calls me stephen
charge an extra point, that’s just my suggestion
if it ain’t bout the money we don’t need to talk
sorry officer, i promise that my car is stock
shot his cousin three years ago, he still can’t even walk
my uncle keeps a roll of quarters in a dirty sock
they book me overnight, i might say a week
got to see the cash first, all talk is cheap
brodie asked to hold a couple dollars, made it in my sleep
yea we can work together but my price is steep

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