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lirik lagu fmb dz - on my mind

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[verse 1: fmb dz & kenny muney]
i ain’t beefin’ with these n~ggas, i’m runnin’ up a check
i don’t do good with the threats, we put n~ggas on they necks
i put n~ggas on they feet, they ain’t even got my back
peep me walkin’ out the club, gettin’ in that black~on~black ‘cat
got a thousand horsepowers, i’m a n~gga you can’t catch
this b~tch like a redeye, audemars, dead guy
brodie said the feds hot, game~ender, headshot
it’s hard to run from red dots, we clip n~ggas’ legs now
pull up in the bulletproof truck, turn the music up
n~gga try me in the party, i bet we gon’ shoot it up
caught him late night leavin’ his b~tch and torе the uber up
ain’t sh~t you can do with us (yeah), cross mе, you a stupid f~ck

[verse 2: kenny muney]
n~gga know what’s up with me and they know who i do it for (yeah)
big ol’ .308 bullets, these b~tches go through a truck (bah)
always with the shooters, i’ll never put my hookahs up (nope)
real trap n~gga, count a hundred eatin’ a noodle cup (cup)
made it out the trenches, it ain’t sh~t that they can do with us
pockets extra fat and still ain’t got no problem suitin’ up (on god)
these choppers shoot fast, n~gga, better put them rugers up
a n~gga been spinnin’ sh~t, ain’t sh~t but diamonds new to us (ice)
baguette after baguette
every time i sell a hundred pounds, i hit my jeweler up (yeah)
big rocks got a n~gga b~tch tryna toot it up (b~tch)
i’m with nothin’ but steppers, n~gga can’t put on no shoe with us (b~tch~ass n~gga)
we don’t f~ck with n~ggas, we ain’t chillin’, can’t be cool with us
[verse 3: trapland pat]
hundred for the pendant, quarter to my mama (to my mama)
i ain’t no average n~gga, ’bout that load, i’m all about my commas (racks)
harvestin’ the ‘bows with my woes, i could’ve been a farmer (doo~doo~doo)
that n~gga tried to line me up, then died, we just call it karma (better watch that n~gga, man)
lay down for the fallen, have it snowin’, sprayin’ (yeah, yeah)
n~ggas say they really want the riches, don’t know what it been (no)
you know me, got no d~mn queen, sh~t just like a team (doo~doo~doo)
get money, know i gotta hit that road when that phone ring (brrr)
just left haiti, i’m the chosen one just like mcgrady
drop four zones in the pen and chop up the baby (yeah)
fourteen grams times three, i’m labbin’ up crazy
jackie robinson, what that mean? forty~two, baby


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