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FMM Pat & xella

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I don't make love songs, lil' bitch know I don't Make clubs
Songs Heard you're new to the city, where you Come from
Got the guys rollin' with me, tell your friends Come
I can show you bout the streets that I come from

On third, got the fiends and the dumb-dumbs I got money if you want, I can cop some
New purse, pair of shoes, they should drop them
Rolls-Royce truck and that shit all tinted
Xella on my team and you know we winnin

That's my evil twin in the wick, we sinnin
I'm not smurk but you'll catch me grinnin
SRT in the lot, I'm spinnin
Club empty, get it packed in a minute

I'm not hurb but I got no limit
Ask about me, yea you know i
Ask about me, you know I'm shinin
New Rollie and it got no timing
Patek phillipe bust down wit the diamonds

AP on me just to tell what the time is
I can go on but I'm keepin' it righteous
Sike lied, I don't know the price is
Run this city, I'm somethin' like ISIS

Keepin' it P, I don't know what pride is
Hard on gold feel somethin' like Midas
F-double M O-T-F, 2.0
Stay war ready with the chops, we on go

Keep the FN, can't die by no hoes
Gun sound, get low
Pop out, let it blow
Get on your ass, yeah, nigga, you gon' know

Boom, boom, bang, walk down, let it hang
Do it for the money, I don't do it for the fame
Let go of a star, best player on the team
Played in my face, old girl, what a shame

Two, three big tits with a beam
Glock 19 made me walk with a
Glock 19 made me walk with a
Glock 19 made me walk with a lean, lean, lean

I don't make love songs
Lil' bitch no I don't make club songs
Heard you  new to the city where you come from
Got the guys rollin' with me, tell your friends Come

I can show you about the streets that I come from
On third, got the fiends and the dum-dums
I got money if you want, I can cop some
New purse, pair of shoes, they just drop them

New purse, pair of shoes, they just drop them
Couple perks on the counter, I just pop them
Got ricks on me, I just cop them
Stop him, I do my dance then I pop him

Hudini , poof, I just pop up
Put my glock up, make him do the cha-cha
Smoke pounds out the face like a rasta
Talkin' out his face now his brain's in a pasta

Monster, I'm the lil' nigga that haunt ya
Sip codeine at the red up
Tactical aim, hit him from the neck up
Lil' bitch with me, givin' the neck up

Ain't even have to impress her
Livin' a dream, runnin' a check up
Helpin' the team, gettin' my rep up
Gettin' the green, you cannot step up with me

Touchin' them hundreds and fifties
She let me bust on her titties
Fifteen feet, hit it from the midi
Brand new beam, racing through the city

Passenger seat, sittin' real pretty
She let me play with her kitty
No kiddin', I am the man of the minute
I am a man on a mission

Perc 30, I have an addiction
This ain't real, my life is a fiction
Ain't workin', need a different prescription, whoa
Watchin' the money flow

King Bee, watchin' the honey flow
Shink with me and he eager to let it go
Let it blow
Evil eye, she got a demon throat

Mixed drugs, they got me leanin' slow
All night long give her that leanin' stroke
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I come in clutchin' under pressure

Casualty, ya man's on a stretcher
F*ck a bitch, kick her out, wanted the treasure
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I don't make love songs

Lil' bitch no I don't make club songs
Heard you're new to the city where you come From
Got the guys rollin' with me, tell your friends Come
I can show you about the streets that I come from

On third, got the fiends and the dum-dums
I got money, if you want, I can cop some
New purse, new shoes, this your job, though
That shit hard

That shit hard

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