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ns fetti - 40 thieves lyrics

[hook: w-lly jones]
you can’t cop my phone unless you place an order (nope)
he say the money short an in a lil water (extra)
i don’t g-ngb-ng i play for the gee (the bank-chain)
my crew whole robbin we the 40 thieves (cheah)

you can’t cop my phone unless you place an order (nope)
he say the money short an in a lil water (extra)
i don’t g-ngb-ng i play for the gee (the bank-chain)
my crew whole robbin we the 40 thieves
(yeah)

[verse 1: w-lly jones]
i sold my first brick when i was 16
36 zips they brought the whole thing (remixed)
sell him 25 got him them jeezy numbers
an bought the whole crew straps call em meechi money (bow)

you cop my phone unless it’s bout the check
me an my lil homie just struck we on our way to set
take yo -ss back to the county i ain’t give no money back
them young n-gg- they shootin for money an they don’t f-ckin miss
i came a long way from nothin done seen a bunch a sh-t
my b-tch ask me why i’m still workin, ain’t seen a hundred yet
i paint the pack an null it back
i know i got the strongest sh-t
my crew could cut the door
with the left
we the f-ckin crip

[verse 2: ns fetti]
okay i’m whippin up every sip
stretchin out extra samp
now fit for a 28
so i be really campin
my b-tch she be servin too
she got her own own trip
she f-cked you and stole your money
i call that a p-ssy count

an i had to have them bricks
could’ve got more if i waited
but f-ck it i’m too impatient
left your -ss at the gas station
we call on your phone
you can fuss in you cup
i gotta chopper named broomstick
that b-tch sweepin your muggers
split stacks on jeans with the fur
might blow a zip in the club
your trap it put it 1 on me cos i keep beating it up
an i know where money lives b-tch
an that’s in my pocket right next to that baby rocket
have you take your heavy shots off the dock an let’s go

- ns fetti lyrics

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