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lirik lagu yfg fatso - come home

[intro]
(darknet)
yeah, look, look

[verse]
i’m raw with the paper count, know how to stack this sh~t
n~gga, that’s your ho, you the one claim her, you see me with her, her back be bent
i don’t do xans, remember the sh~t that i need, tryin’ not to relapse and sh~t
i was in cali, ain’t n0body know, i went out with the bros, i was f~ckin’ my active b~tch
feelin’ like sosa in ’12, i’m drowsy as h~ll, tell ’em provide actavis
we slide up like a snail, put sh~t on like nails, rap n~gga, but’ll clap your sh~t
i hate a thot ho gettin’ too loose out her lips, i be ready to smack a b~tch
shoot first, ask sh~t later, his eyes rolled back, it’s complete, we wrappin’ sh~t
okay, slight fifty, that’s on a bad day, trench sh~t, i grew up the bad way
i used to be outside hangin’ in gangways, really didn’t care what my dad say
he was locked up really, so we had to talk through a phone, sh~t resulted in a bad case
livin’ life on the edge and i ain’t wanna beg, had to hustle to make it the fast way
okay, standin’ outside on the block for a glock and some j, f~ck a cash day
they kids look up to me, guess i’m an idol, don’t drop out of school, take the math way
i committed myself, deleted my feelings too young, so in it the bad way
lighters fl!ckin’, the pastor just want us repentin’, but we still sinnin’ like every day
r.i.p. to the dead, it’s a church day, funeral, nightmare, birthdays
green in my pocket three~sixty~five, earth day, shake this b~tch up, start earthquakes
we runnin’ this ho like a game on the floor, i bet he won’t step out on the turf way
i don’t listen to many, it’s all in my head and myself, but i’m clear on what durk say
he a dead b~tch talkin’, a dead b~tch walkin’, i bet he end up with a he~rs~ play
‘hursday, feel tight, clappin’ sh~t up the worst way, now he lay up with a he~rs~ day
tryna let a b~tch breathe and don’t stay on her back, she gon’ take that lil’ room, it’s twerk sp~ce
i ain’t regrettin’ sh~t, maybe they done forget how i get in this cup with a smurk face
real street n~gga, built up the rank, everybody know go in the city
i got money in a safe, so do what i say, so i tell ’em reap out the city
gassin’ him up, dissed us, n~gga died next day, how he went out, a beautiful k!llin’
i had dude and them number, you wanna be real, i did not want the internet in it
crazy, i beef with internet b~tches
yellin’ on live, folks internet snitchin’
broad day, jumpin’ out cars, strap cl!ckin’
k!llin’ opp hoes if they play ’cause they with it
strike mode, blw missin’
first n~gga dropped, “how you know?” i was with him
i can’t say a lot ’bout what happened on winston
that’s dumb as f~ck, might as well plea at a district
too many opps, they’re created players, switched blocks, i do not wanna kick it, i’m chillin’
stay have to watch every n~gga that come around hot, if you reach for my diamonds, trilly
still in the box, but i’m out with my ankle on lock, i guess they ain’t that dumb, they feel it
k!ll every opp, if your homie a rat, get him dropped, 88 don’t indulge in snitchin’

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