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otm - well known lyrics

[intro: duffy]
when it come to that bag, i gotta have it
slidin’ down adams in a foreign whip saggin’
i’m a hall+of+fame sh+t talker, not a rapper
if she playin’ with my paper, i might slap her

[verse 1: duffy]
fakin’ like it’s static, it got bad, i had to wack him
amg, i put this b+tch in sport+plus and get to smashin’
.223s, these is for your team captain
let shanaynay say what’s happenin’, it got ghost like casper

[chorus: duffy & 28shots]
i’m a foreign whip crasher, i’m a well+known passer
for the bag, i get active, in the field with the jackers
i’m a bad b+tch magnet, grim reaper soul sn+tcher
mud walkin’, ayy, grab that pint of drank up out the cabinet (ayy)
i’m a foreign whip crasher, i’m a well+known passer
sh+t (real, finish off, n+gga)
i’m a bad b+tch magnet, grim rеaper soul sn+tcher
n+gga, sh+t, look

[verse 2: 28shots]
i done crashеd so many whips, hope i don’t turn into an addict
don’t do the pills, but off the lean, i get dramatic
too many shots up in the car, that’s on my mama, i be done had it
don’t drop dimes, but ten shots can cure the static
n+ggas thought they had a n+gga, i started totin’ automatics
try me like a rapper and best believe sh+t get tragic
b+tches thinkin’ that they slime until i show ’em how i’m snakin’ sh+t
you’ll never catch me in the field with no basic b+tch
can’t believe the da that i’m fightin’ is a racist b+tch
told dog, “you can’t play with us and i’m taping sh+t”
well+known, that’s a lil’ n+gga that be takin’ kits
thought it was a game until i pull up, get to spankin’ sh+t
[verse 3: blue pesos]
sh+t, i’m in the studio eatin’ steak and shrimp
my shooter seven+six, n+gga, be careful who you playin’ with (sh+t)
it’s the mob, i’m always with a couple janky n+ggas
i’ll put the slap on a n+gga for even speakin’ to me
dragrace the benz, i almost blamped into a wall
i’m not the one, i don’t know what n+ggas thought
two gun cases, i love to live my life above the law
he in the house p+ssed off, his jewels don’t shine as bright as ours
rami stones, they astonishing, don’t tolerate no bottom feeders
mudwalkin’, i’m in h+ll’s kitchen, balenci apr+n on
after he tear that watch off, grab his iphone
off the mussle k, sh+t, that must’ve been a typo
the way we just did a f+ggot n+gga, it was despicable
i ain’t never seen you with no m’s, your life is miserable
old+ass n+gga, caught him slippin’ off the gin and juice
should’ve kept my name out your mouth, now i gotta do it to you
ugh

[chorus: duffy]
i’m a foreign whip crasher, i’m a well+known passer
for the bag, i get active, in the field with the jackers
i’m a bad b+tch magnet, grim reaper soul sn+tcher
mud walkin’, ayy, grab that pint of drank up out the cabinet (ayy)
i’m a foreign whip crasher, i’m a well+known passer
sh+t

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