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the fatal sling - army/september lyrics

[intro: the fatal sling]
ayy, yuh yuh, ay
ayy, huh
au revoir nuts, b-tch, you know what the f-ck going on, haha
you know how we coming, haha
ayeee, huh
ay

[chorus: the fatal sling]
all these lil hoes straight up sneak dissing on me
au revoir nuts b-tch i got a f-cking army
next time you run up on my block, you scared of me
i’ll eat you up, your just breakfast and i’m hungry
all these lil hoes straight up sneak dissing on me
au revoir nuts b-tch i got a f-cking army
next time you run up on my block, you scared of me
i’ll eat you up, your just breakfast and i’m hungry

[verse 1: the fatal sling]
man, you can’t f-ck with a real boss
i’ll f-ck your b-tch, and i do that sh-t cris cross
straight out florida, bumping that rick ross
get with your shortie, i give that salad good toss
ay, you can’t f-ck with a real lad
i ain’t work the trap, but i still fire of that strap
got a glock, chilling in the backseat
i know that’s illegal, that’s why it’s in the stash keep
ay, you tryna f-cking snitch on me
thats the reason i don’t keep any b-tch around we
cause if they do that, doctors need to st-tch the
i ain’t a p-ssy, b-tch i fight before i flee
all these f-cker really talking sh-t, hating on a cracker, who is just tryna get lit
sparking up with the green, then we hit

[verse 2: the fatal sling]
listen, i ain’t really with the gang sh-t
but if you f-ck with me, cut you with the knife and throw a fit, ay
check out my gold grill, i coped that sh-t myself
ayyy

[verse 3: thxmondo]
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[verse 4: the fatal sling]
worked my -ss off, rags to riches on a shelf
ay, that’s 18k gold
i ain’t one to flex cause that purchase h-lla bold
once that cheese get the f-cking mold
that story should be told
what the f-ck man, you straight up dissing on my gang
that ain’t ok, i’m finna bounce out with the thang
oh no you thought i was about guns?
h-ll nah that’s just puns, imma bounce out with the f-cking wedding ring
so when i punch you, that sh-t will tag you
leave a f-cking dent, then that sh-t turn blue

[outro: the fatal sling]
all these lil hoes straight up sneak dissing on me
au revoir nuts b-tch i got a f-cking army
next time you run up on my block, you scared of me
all these lil hoes straight up sneak dissing on me
yeah!
ayy!
f-ck outa here!

- the fatal sling lyrics

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