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yfg fatso - reap the city p2 lyrics

[intro]
(swaggyono)
(i’m working on dying)
come on, yeah, come on

[chorus]
at any given chances, we gon’ drench the man (woah, woah)
only got one hat, the f+ck is that? you ain’t no drencher then (woah, woah)
this b+tch gettin’ in v live with all these hoes, just bring my n+ggas in (woah, woah)
pattin’ his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can’t bring his pistol in (woah, woah)
thumbin’ through racks, r.i.p. to lil’ do it, he checked, i’ll never forget my mans (woah, woah)
he used to come as a threat, he was ready to press anytime, he’ll sic a man (woah, woah)
no dog, but shorty a dog when he holdin’ the yawk, wintertime, hе the christmas man (woah, woah)
they ain’t know i ain’t beliеve that much in a god, why i got scriptures then? (woah, woah)

[verse]
headlocks, we who puttin’ this rap sh+t up in headlocks (woah, woah)
deadshot, he heard the 10 rock sh+t, made his legs stop (woah, woah)
i will not fall victim or play with no man (woah, woah)
we was worse, my brother seen the he+rs+, said, “f+ck it,” called it god’s plot (woah, woah)
still me, just a lil’ more knots, i guess i’m overheat (woah, woah)
f+ck me ’til i’m tired and fall asleep, wake up, get somethin’ to eat (woah, woah)
only me and my reaps, or course, you know my squad reap (woah, woah)
young 8 ‘nem was dangerous, we had glizzies, postin’ all week (woah, woah)
this life ain’t no game, once you start bangin’, this sh+t all week (woah, woah)
post up, i be hangin’ all while i can’t indulge in danglin’ (woah, woah)
caught his first one, told him frame, he robbin’ sh+t, but it wasn’t all sweet (woah, woah)
she might suck me nice, my favorite goat, but i can’t stand sleep (woah, woah)
lay me down in my bed, if i snitch, somebody lay me down (woah, woah)
take it all back, know i’m good, i ain’t never gon’ rat, if i would, i’ll k!ll me now (woah, woah)
get more lo’s and camp on ’em ’til he come out, we ain’t come here to not get wild (woah, woah)
drac’ on a mission, i’m knowin’ this dangerous rounds, i ain’t come here to not get loud (woah, woah)
off, i’m sellin’ fiends the hardest off, it don’t matter, they trip me out (woah, woah)
we set it off, we the first ones up the ‘hawk, we ain’t known to be playin’ around (woah, woah)
this sh+t raw, if a n+gga say turn me off, got it on me, just playin’ a foul (woah, woah)
i’m way too hard for the industry, but they ain’t gate when i speak out (woah, woah)
what the f+ck do he mean?
i guess he ain’t think it was real ’til he got peeled, we up, doa (woah, woah)
you talk off of triller and all your real clout, put ‘wood in face (woah, woah)
i can’t sit in my hood, they spicy as f+ck and the pigs, they’ll know my face (woah, woah)
i guess i can’t cry about none of these b+tches, they feelin’ me literally every new state (woah, woah)
i guess it ain’t wrong, we took what a n+gga was eatin’, how he gon’ survive without no plate? (woah, woah)
i’ll bring ’em out with them members, but, nah, i ain’t takin’ ’em on no dates (woah, woah)
i guess i done did too much at a young age, it ain’t that much in my way (woah, woah)
i just be goin’ to work, i don’t sit up in church, so you know i wasn’t sayin’ my grace, but i’m tryna pray (woah, woah)
tryna dodge a fed sentence, i don’t wanna die up in jail, i’m way too hard (woah, woah)
we’ll leave his dreads twisted, two shot out the 10, loose up his locks (woah, woah)
this was ‘posed to been here, i been grindin’, i do this a lot (woah, woah)
this sh+t ain’t no skit, he play with foenem, switch a tiny box (woah, woah)
too many rumors around my name ’cause all these thots (woah, woah)
don’t trust hoes, lil’ bro, they quick to f+ck off they emotions and that’ll get somebody shot (woah, woah)
don’t read the blogs about me, tell ’em to eat my c+ck (woah, woah)
and i been steppin’ on sh+t with my feet, feelin’ comfortable, ho, i’m in high+top crocs (woah, woah)
just do it ’til i say stop
[chorus]
at any given chances, we gon’ drench the man (woah, woah)
only got one hat, the f+ck is that? you ain’t no drencher then (woah, woah)
this b+tch gettin’ in v live with all these hoes, just bring my n+ggas in (woah, woah)
pattin’ his pockets down, if he not one of mine, can’t bring his pistol in (woah, woah)
thumbin’ through racks, r.i.p. to lil’ do it, he checked, i’ll never forget my mans (woah, woah)
he used to come as a threat, he was ready to press anytime, he’ll sic a man (woah, woah)
no dog, but shorty a dog when he holdin’ the yawk, wintertime, he the christmas man (woah, woah)
they ain’t know i ain’t believe that much in a god, why i got scriptures then? (woah, woah)

[outro]
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah
woah, woah

- yfg fatso lyrics

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