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• Artiste: YTB Fatt
• Titre: Forreal
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A nigga ain't had to tell me shit, knew to get off my ass and get it Up on that block, I'm security, one year later, I'ma up a million She started actin' rowdy, she seen a youngin gettin' it It's steps to it, start her off on a seven, now she on a—, uh What's up with that motion? Sippin' on potion, niggas know how I live Yeah, go full throttle off that pill, I might miss my meal Geekin' until the weekend, I done jumped off that hill I might die for my dog for real Uh, dirt bike tricks on top of the dick, this girl got skills for real She caught feelings when I told her what it ain't and is You my bitch, but you ain't, that's just what it is She started lovin' me more when I told this bitch how I accept the kids Skippin' down that brick road tryna meet the Wiz' (Go) Fuckin' up my fist tryna punch a BIN (Yеah) Duckin', was on his house like a morning hen I been spеndin' M's tryna prove a point (Okay) Don't fuck up your face, talkin' to them oinks (Okay) Heard you threw out all your morals sittin' in the joint (Okay) Uh, I get bitches moist, all these niggas pussy Runnin' in his shit when he wasn't lookin' Huh, he wanna talk shit, now his life is tooken Take me to the county, I'm bondin' out, I won't pass the bookings Uh, 400K in blues, they callin' me Tookie We been playin' with pape' for years, these niggas rookies I count up so much cheese, got my palms hurtin' She eat dick for real, I pay her for that tongue work Spent 3K on my jeans for every concert Black & Milds got me rich, but my lungs hurt Put sixteen carats up in my teeth and now my gums hurt (Ice) All that tough talkin' online, don't think they guns work (Bet) They can't make a percent of my n-n-n-net, I'm steppin' through all of your ends (Step) Breakin' a bitch in the Benz Holding my pants up, grippin' my fin (Okay) Told 'em I want it the right way, never the hot way, pull up and spin (Frrt) Buddy don't got enough money to start up a war, take it right on the chin (Okay) Niggas be thinkin' it's sweet how I came out, if I need it, I'm standin' on ten (Mmm) YTB, C-R-E-T-E pull up in two black Benzes It's us