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yfg fatso - nefarious activity lyrics

[intro]
yeah, come on, yeah, come on

[chorus]
boy, you better fix demeanor (fix it up), that’s what pops told me
little does pops knowin’, i’ma reincarnate to the demon (yeah, yeah)
p+ss fire out my [?] (come on), that’s what doc told me
little does doc knowin’, i drip fire whenever i’m bleedin’ (yeah, yeah)
pick up the gle, maybach ridin’ with the curtains up, they can’t see me (pick it up, pick it up)
pick up the srt, this b+tch hot, can’t pull over, bro, keep speedin’ (pick it up, pick it up)
i’m tryna shut up my little ass, rolls+royce with another double r behind, fit king in it (double r, come on)
and, nah, we ain’t givin’ no passes, soon as the boy got caught, he was sayin’ he ain’t mean it (come on, come on)

[verse]
i’m bigger than what i planned (way too big)
i’m rich, i can give you advance (come on)
still grindin’ ’til i’m deep in
i ain’t your type, i like two of your friends (yeah, yeah)
givenchy purse, she get it
you know i ain’t trippin’, but she can’t use no hands (yeah, yeah)
front lace, i have it missin’ a quarter to 3, i be outfield, n+gga, get in (come on)
i’m back in my glory, huh? (i’m in)
sl+t hoes, they are knowin’ me up (they do)
you was seein’ me tourin’, huh?
i would’ve k!lled meg if i was tory ‘nem
nah, i ain’t leavin’ no witnesses, everybody playin’ can get this scorchin’ belt
baby bro ready to get his, he don’t wanna talk to n0body, he scorchin’ up
88th, sh+t tatted in black (come on)
i wish i could get bro back (i wish)
tryna put the whole thing in the back (i am)
fat n+gga, i’ll k!ll ’bout racks (i will)
zero tolerance, k!ll all rats (k!ll ’em all)
new addition, want singers back
i been high, think i’m puffin’ on jets (i am)
plus point shooters, we cps
you want a n+gga to fix up your problems and sh+t, i can’t bless you, baby (i can’t)
you might be pretty, but rumor is you backdoor, now is that true, baby?
i might got a couple screws loose (i do)
i might be a loose screw, baby
but i don’t do wood and i can’t chuck+chuck, but i know you could chew+chew maybe
i brought out the soldiers, [?]
i’ll get on your tail, but i can’t chase around, i ain’t finna play loose screws, baby (i ain’t)
i got a real longer chop (come on), these things go boom+boom, baby (boom)
i feel like drew in the back of the v, we can hit the bowl while you waitin’ (come on)
i know i got moment where i lose cool, it don’t look like it got much help (it don’t)
i’m big time winnin’, i’m big on sinnin’, i got this sh+t all by myself (gotta have what i’m on)
you runnin’ with disloyal n+ggas, you really do trigger me, k!ll yourself (i don’t know what he on)
you like thirty by now tryna figure sh+t out, an embarrassment, k!ll yourself (go home)
i really do put up a big+ass amount, but i’m only muggsy height (i’m little)
she come with a n+gga like me, now has bands, so she livin’ more to life (come on)
more than a little+ass height, she don’t wear cheap sh+t now, i done made her upright (uh+huh)
gucci and tennis, a small charm all on her pendants, i’d rather just give her my ice
i really do put up a big+ass amount, but i’m only muggsy height (big go)
she come with a n+gga like me, now has bands, so she livin’ more to life (way more)
more than a little+ass height, she don’t wear cheap sh+t now, i done made her upright (uh+huh)
gucci and tennis, a small charm all on her pendants, i’d rather just give her my ice
[chorus]
boy, i got a fishy demeanor (fix it up), that’s what pops told me
little does pops knowin’, i’ma reincarnate to the demon (yeah, yeah)
p+ss fire out my [?] (come on), that’s what doc told me
little does doc knowin’, i drip fire whenever i’m bleedin’ (yeah, yeah)
pick up the gle, maybach ridin’ with the curtains up, they can’t see me (pick it up, pick it up)
pick up the srt, this b+tch hot, can’t pull over, bro, keep speedin’ (pick it up, pick it up)
i’m tryna shut up my little ass, rolls+royce with another double r behind, fit king in it (double r, come on)
and, nah, we ain’t givin’ no passes, soon as the boy got caught, he was sayin’ he ain’t mean it

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