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n3onbr!ght - fat stax (bozo azz) lyrics

(part 1 + fat stax)

i’m counting that money, i’m counting that paper. don’t use no bands
all of these b+tches d+ck ride me like they my biggest fan
try to steal my gold, ill push yo dumbass down onto the sand
thots really want me, but i said: “i’m sorry, i can’t be yo man”

(verse)
b+tch i’m smoking on bamboo
b+tch the coupe is brand new
b+tch this ice is brand new
gotta fire that sh+t, man i had to
they on some white boy sh+t, they whiter than you
gon’ be laughing for days when they fire at you
y33ty is my dealer, man its true
its john doe, cause they won’t know its who
f+ck b+tch don’t know who, break a f+ckin tooth
yeah she wanna join the crew, but we don’t know you
don’t fire at him, that’s the rule
his ass just hit the f+ckin juul
we really cooking up the brew
my pockets running out of blue
b+tches switching sides
i got my brother up in the a, man he sellin’ white
can’t tell no one, he will get tight
he cannot get up to our height
we counting racks all day and night
pour up the cup, put in the sprite

b+tches do not know that i am ruling these streets
waking up to my best b+tch, man i never will cheat
yeah, we get the fat stax, i’m counting it in a heartbeat
push a b+tch out of the way, drop him onto the concrete

drop him on to the concrete
yo b+tch is sucking on me
yo b+tch is f+cking on me
and she kept calling me honey

again, again, again
run that sh+t again

(chorus)
man, im counting all these fat stacks, getting all these racks
im saying “f+ck the irs”, cause i ain’t payin no tax
if i see yo bro lackin, im gon chop em with that axe
we dont like them fake hoes, thats just straight fax
man, im counting all these fat stacks, getting all these racks
im saying “f+ck the irs”, cause i ain’t payin no tax
if i see yo bro lackin, im gon chop em with that axe
we dont like them fake hoes, thats just straight fax
part 2, let’s go

(part 2 + bozo azz)
ten hoes, i’m about to lay them down
i’m the ruler of the streets, but where the f+ck is my crown?
imma lay shawty down, turn her guts right upside down
and my bars mid as f+ck, they gon’ make these b+tches frown

jump out from the sewers like i am a f+cking clown
i’m sitting on top of the guap. i think that i might drown
push him to the ground, then we smoke a couple pound
one song, and it would make you steal their f+cking sound

its such a sick sad world we living
if money ain’t involved with that sh+t, then i am dipping
this sh+t is less boring than an average thanksgiving
get your bozo ass the f+ck up out of here if you is tripping

brains, blow them out
for the clout
man, i doubt
what the f+ck this sh+t about
look at me i just caught a trout
b+tch, i’m higher than the clouds
wrap him up inside a shroud
think my voice a little loud
but i can’t tell cause we down
stacks down x3
my cash loud x3

i think i’m done with this, b+tch
i’m out of here

(outro transition to get it up)

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