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£r mmf - first day out the feds lyrics

(intro)
hurricane x12
lasik beats

(chorus)
oh lord oh lord i’m dripped in sauce up goes the lamb doors
i’m paid in full fresh home i’m still winning
they ask me how a n-gga feelin
i’m too blessed to be stressed
i got the sauce and it’s still spilling

(hurricane)
first day out the feds thought my life was gonna end
they tried slap with a m so i thanked the lord amen
money marching in my cell praying asking for bail
giuseppe stepping out of court
aaaa money marching through the door
they locked me up didn’t complain
praise the lord buss the case
i touch the road and i prayed and
i got my jewels out the safe hallelujah amen they let me out
the cages dabbing on them like the migos
fans hayling me on free flow
i’m still cashing out this paper
i stay dabbing on a hater
if it don’t break ya it will make ya
still real can’t mix with the faker
i’m riding uptown i’m riding round with the roof missing
dripped in balmain in thousand year in waxed denim
back to balmain and loubs in the rave chilling with no roof
check the pudding there’s the proof
£r we’re the truth that don’t understand the pain
we dropped the top in the rain mmf on my chain
it’s £r in my veins watch me go super saiyan
goku she eat the d-ck up like tofu
riding around my side of town
when i’m in the bits i got it local
i got a baddie called barbra she plugged up like a charger
half a box in her car front so i dripped her in prada
and they through me in the marsh i put that sh-t in the past
and i’m free of all charges now the all way is up
bust case no bail swaggered off no cell
had me all up in the papers
no comment no statements
dress code so fly get money live life
my n-ggas from the 6 it’s £r till i die
dress good live lavish india speaking spanish
£r everyone is rich don’t compare me to the average

(hurricane)
i sat in court with my bible
feeling tense through trail
all of my n-ggas are loyal £r were the royals
did the bid didn’t moan the sauce man soon home
do i look fresh home
duffel bag full of dough
my team so trill they know
when i touch the road the net froze
£r everything relevant hurricane back to the throne
free my bros free my bros they need to let lo lo home
we ain’t playing blow to blow

(outro)
lasik beats
blessed to be stressed
hurricane home yankee home biz coming home
£r we got this

- r mmf lyrics

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