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mooch (da cloth) & rob gates - the fet factory lyrics

[intro]
godd+mn
these places are rich out here, yo+yo+yo+yo+yo
n+gga, it’s the great, go and stand in line, n+gga
stay in the line, i ain’t got time for you n+ggas today, man
swear to god, yo, where my gun at, man?
yeah, man (yeah, man), yo+yo+yo+yo+yo
make sure you hit that backdoor, n+gga, you know the drill, man
ayo, don’t mind for my sh+t one, three times, man, i hate that sh+t (make sure that [?], word)
worry of me, n+gga

[verse]
yeah (yah)
big bundles of white, this sh+t chocolade (yeah, n+gga)
shoulda put the gold in, tick it up in your pocket (big goose, n+gga)
word to w+lly wonka, my factory get it poppin’ (bring, haha!)
this sh+t left for tappin’ (haha!), we stretch it out for the profit (yeah, n+gga)
won a couple packets, i blast you before you cop it (i might blast you, n+gga, just cop, f+ck outta here, n+gga)
won a fresh piece, i pulled it off, then i chop it
brandy with the whammy, i told her this candy toxic (this sh+t toxic!)
that b+tch turned blue as a berry with cherry stockings (haha!)
did a big bag, start flyin’ like mary poppins (word though [?], n+gga)
her face turned cold but that fetti was from the trumpets (yeah, n+gga, this sh+t hot)
dom peri’, my sh+t legendary
he bought a gram with his daddy, that sh+t hereditary (burnt that for the pops, n+gga, adio’)
he bought a [?], homie, this sh+t necessary
he got marched to god before febuary (that’s word of that, yo)
i let you tour the trap, you packed done already (yeah)
n+gga, we come first, never secondary, n+gga (ah!)

- mooch da cloth rob gates lyrics

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