tinoo frm fcg – tinooo famee – famee shit lyrics
its fame to the cellin free my lil bro i gotta go get it you n-gga ain’t wid it catch him in traffic his brains to thaa celling antho be sippen tavoo he crippen yo she be trippen she sucking my right i show her these bandz you know she dont get it this sh-t is unreal how n-ggas is fake and b-tchs be b-tching i swear i be chilling sippen codeine and f-ckin dese women you foes be trippen all on our d-ck for no dam reason b-tch its fame clicc gang my n-ggas got aim we taking yo sh-t yo b-tch on our d-ck she suckin the clicc b-tch we to stiff you n-gga ain’t sh-t and that word frm my clicc put it on fame ill shoot a n-gga quick watch his body drop den i dip real quick pj off thaa sh-ts and he finna hit a free lil chris man f-ck that snitch catch a n-gga snoozing well he cruising down the 6 if a n-gga talkin than we put him down the ditch you n-gga kant rap mane f-ck that dis taymoney you a l!ck ill rob you for yo sh-t yall robed lil d but it dont mean sh-t im real n-gga that spit trill sh-t wack a n-gga den i put d-ck in his b-tch i dont got feeling mane f-ck dat sh-t im sit back and watch basel k!ll dis sh-t
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