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ytb fatt - west memphis lyrics

[intro]
(this ain’t youtube, this a frenchie type beat)
yeah
uh, uh, yeah

[verse]
let me start off by sayin’ welcome to the kitchen
grown folks in here allowed, ain’t no kids in it
n+gga, we ain’t f+ckin’ with you ’cause we know you known for switchin’
mama told me stay out the way, i was always in it
i ain’t arguin’ ’bout my prices, ain’t no bargain, n+gga
i ain’t arguin’ ’bout no dope, n+gga, we all sell it
if the police come and get you, promise me you’ll never tell it
fatt take n+ggas’ clientele, he sell real februarys (twenty+eight)
what type of hoin’ is you? if the police come, would you tell it?
i had to crank the h+llcat ’cause, ho, i’m fly, i’m frenchie
we know he ain’t in the streets for real, his mama in his business
that n+gga didn’t want the beef for real, he put his baby mama in it
she say she ain’t never been f+cked like this, loaf business
this young n+gga poppin’ big sh+t, where he from? west memphis
two hundred thousand on my neck, twenty in my britches
i can see me now, in twelve months, shows two+fifty
i just paid twelve hundred for this coat, hope a rain drop don’t hit it
i don’t want no creases in these new forces, so i move stiffly
put that bbl p+ssy on me, d+ck hard than a b+tch
i got smoke with my whole city so i move swiftly
real big+boy f&n, blue tips in ’em
she don’t wanna lose me, i’m a six+figure young n+gga
i’m a big figure, i’m a real model+ho puller
rich young n+gga, but i’m a real grown+ho getter
every time you hear me say, “yeah,” n+gga, i’m finna k!ll it
me and bagg left the guns ’cause we slidin’ bulletproof, n+gga
‘member them hoes didn’t wanna f+ck, went and got my motion bigger
i be talkin’ sh+t, she said, “they can’t do it like you, n+gga”
i had dope before this deal, still got it, n+gga
told my mama don’t worry ’bout no bills ’cause i got ’em, n+gga
i was still the realest, but my pockets ain’t have nothin’ in ’em
just wanna ride that maybach truck to feel the hydraulics in ’em
finna buy a h+llcat to put nothin’ but foxes in ’em
it’s steps to this sh+t, when the foxes in the den, them switches in ’em
pat him down before he hit this door, heard he a confidential
if you find a wire on that b+tch, put a bullet in him
and i be poppin’ big sh+t with these bullets in me
only way i’m done poppin’ it if they f+ckin’ k!ll me
my n+gga say if you catch one, god’ll still forgive you
i just told this b+tch stop playin’ with me, ho, don’t post them pictures
how you don’t understand? fatt fox got all these n+ggas’ b+tches
my russian ho just said, “i’m ready for you to sit down and make a commitment”
i just asked that ho, from here, how much a russian plane ticket?
i don’t give a f+ck about the price, how i’m finna book it?
late+night talks with shotoff, he said, “pop it, n+gga”
told lil’ fox i got him three thousand if you pop him, n+gga
wanted to keep this sh+t a secret, but f+ck it, durk tried to get me
i want one million if i sign another deal, n+gga
i ain’t gon’ lie, this year, n+gga, i’m gettin’ richer
on my life, i said it last year and i got richer
[outro]
yeah, n+gga
uh, yeah, yeah
you need to send that ho to joe, fool
on zai
d+mn

- ytb fatt lyrics

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