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ytb fatt - here & there lyrics

bought some baccarat, sprayed the whole bottle in one day, had to hit the awards
she ain’t give me that p+ssy back then, i’ma hit her like she know it
where i’m from, you don’t work that switch or scale, you gon’ be bored with some+
i ain’t gonna lie, i done did every+
i ain’t gonna lie, i done bought some switches
bought some b+tches, ho took her from her ex+n+gga, now she don’t wanna leave me

i ain’t gonna do it no more, i turned my back, i seen the b+tch leave mе
i can’t duck off and do sh+t by myself, my smacker don’t wanna leavе me
one+way flight with spirit, booked national alligator
bad b+tch, rolls truck, maybachs all in my atmosphere
forty+five, a$ap, rent a show, uh+huh, gimme that
me love no ho, no sir, i don’t got feelings now
foreign ratchet, here and there
bought some syrup, here and there

send a blitz here and there
f+ck his b+tch here and there
told y’all i can’t be f+cked with, but i said it here and there
7414, i rep that sh+t everywhere
all these hoes come and go
all these bows come and go
they laughed at me at my low
i finally got us in the door
i can’t never laugh at a n+gga who tryin’, some just that we want
my heart good, but i said, “nah,” and he cried, sent his ass back home
i don’t know who raised these boys, i can’t never be what they were born to be
i don’t know who raised these boys, i can’t never sign to buy some cheese
i don’t know who raised these hoes, don’t ask me for my child, please
i really got some opps that’ll suck a d+ck if the judge let ’em free
bought some b+tches here and there
bought a bag here and there
shoot that pistol here and there
f+ck his sister here and there

hang with k!llers here and there
send the k!llers here and there
cut the b+tch off here and there
week later, pullin’ hair
thankin’ god i did it, i come from where, n+gga, do or die
pull up and put pistols on them n+ggas, f+ck all that workin’ out
she get three thousand pounds before i let her fly or chirp ’em down
askin’ me my type, i ain’t got no type, i like to f+ck around
kelty bag , birkin bag , chanel bag , prada bag

they done p+ssed me off, i’m in that other bag
pop out on ’em, three m’s in a duffle bag , yeah
big glock 40 on me, everybody know that i run sh+t
i don’t care how rich i got, i’ll still punch sh+t
white toe, long hair, pretty face, whole ‘nother country
had her, had her, had her, that’d be a long list
lawyers paid, case dropped, murder gone, they had got the wrong n+gga
chrome jeans, erd, louis timbs, i don’t got no kickin’
stand up, gold ear, 90 baby earrings, four+fifty
blue lights, can’t stop, body camera, catch a n+gga ho with me

- ytb fatt lyrics

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