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Blaque Fogga

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Blaquefogga I be ballin on my haters
Everybody claim they getting paper
Give yo food stamps to yo momma just to stay there
Then f*ck yo baby momma for a dime
End up slipped $50 to the side
Them niggas can’t chill inside my gate
I keep lawn cut I don’t like snakes
And if it ain’t bout money out my face
Bfogga Ballin you niggas is whack
Ain’t nomoe slavery but we in the back
I use to smoke Reggie now I smoke that pack
I keep the cheese know it crack the rats
We cookie and Lucius when it come to that
I’m bobbin and weaving tryna catch them racks
As soon as I get’em I’m flipping them back
My shooters be poppin don’t worry bout stats
If fogga send em they bodying that
All you niggas know wea I be at
I’m chilling and smoking on the loudest pack
If they catch you creeping they letting them spit
Den ducking yo body back yard with the pits
And they don’t give a f*ck you wasn’t on shit
You DOA’d by Association
We Don’t Play Round With The Fie
F*ck all you niggas who really wasn’t down
I ain’t even trip for real
I cut em off and started fucking the grind
I ain’t even skeet for real
Now that I’m poppin they claiming they knew me
We ain’t even eat for real
Fast forward end of 2018 and fogga he eating good
Steak and Ramon at the same damn time
I guess I couldn’t leave the hood
I had to show my blood some tuff love
Dukes said she understood
But if you cross my ass one moe time
I gotta leave you leaking cuz
And all these niggas claim they ahunnid
Till they ass in the field
Till they gotta grip the steal
Till gotta get the kill
Imma @ ya baby momma I just threw me back a pill
Fogga we go way back
Smoken mid in the back
So what happen when I was starving in 2017
Fogga I was in the trap
Y’all f*ck niggas snaken
Use to cop it from the Haitians then go sale it to Jamaicans
And they be copping by the acres
Ayo fogga
Bring me anudda one of dem dare
Yeah yeah I know you like how that shit taste right
Blaquefogga I be ballin on my haters
Everybody claim they getting paper
Give yo food stamps to yo momma just to stay there
Then f*ck yo baby momma for a dime
End up slipped $50 to the side
Them niggas can’t chill inside my gate
I keep lawn cut I don’t like snakes
And if it ain’t bout money out my face

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