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Fat Neat
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I ain't buying what they're selling, **** selling dreams
But it's c'est la vie, chase a bag by any means
Get it on your own, **** be selling dreams
Can't take a **** word, I ain't expecting anything
Still going crazy until they free my team
I swear the love is fake, the hate is real
Free all my hittas until they back up in the field
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
And we still trappin' **** just incase won't see a deal
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
**** fuck your feelings, I'm tryna stack million
Still out here getting it just incase won't see a deal
Deal or no deal, all my **** gotta see a mill'
Couple Wassas with me, and they all 'bout to drill
We done been through a lot
Project raids, they know my team got the city hot
Free all the dawgs, I miss the guys
Free bro' pookie you don't wanna see bro' on your side
The hurt is real, I can't even lie
But this deadmi-deadmihana help me get by
Sippin' Henny might just pour it all for the guys
Boy you better watch it, he ain't one of mines
'Cause I know Tallup blow his top if he get out of line
That pressure we applyin'
I ain't buying what they're selling, **** selling dreams
But it's c'est la vie, chase a bag by any means
Get it on your own, **** be selling dreams
Can't take a **** word, I ain't expecting anything
Still going crazy until they free my team
I swear the love is fake, the hate is real
Free all my hittas until they back up in the field
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
And we still trappin' **** just incase won't see a deal
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
**** fuck your feelings, I'm tryna stack million
The love is fake, the hate is real
Death before dishonour my **** before I take a deal
Percies always calling my **** so go and take a pill
Hunnid with my dawgs, my **** we gotta make a mill'
They was selling dreams, I was selling coke
They always say I'm fat but never say I'm fucking broke
I got it for the low, and put a tag on it
Made Burna ten bands and I ain't even brag on it
I got the sauce let me put a little dab on it
I got the sauce let me put a little dab on it
I'm in the courts but that don't mean I'ma slam on him
Glizzy out little **** I'm spazz on him
I ain't buying what they're selling, **** selling dreams
But it's c'est la vie, chase a bag by any means
Get it on your own, **** be selling dreams
Can't take a **** word, I ain't expecting anything
Still going crazy until they free my team
I swear the love is fake, the hate is real
Free all my hittas until they back up in the field
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
And we still trappin' **** just incase won't see a deal
I swear the hurt is real, we gotta see a mill'
**** fuck your feelings, I'm tryna stack million
Written by: Mahadale Mahadale, Traequan Mahoney
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