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Fatha Figga
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Fatha Figga was released on April 12, 2024 by Traid Music Group as a part of the album Slept Broke Woke Up Rich
April 12, 2024
LabelTraid Music Group
LanguageEnglish
BPM87
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy

Lyrics

Yo, it's your boy Traidmarc TMG
I'm chillin' top billin' sittin' on 20 million
Ricky Lake on my melon
While watching the milky away on the ceiling
Ooh, what a feeling, y'all
Boss life
For those who know, do not speak
And those who speak, do not know
Shoutout to all the real bosses in the game
Those who see the sun and the moon at the same time
One time for my true players
Watching the sun dance in the water
Deep in my primitive, mind state
I'm chasing paper and bitches, stepping on dog shit
Committed to the hustle until of my dying days
My wrist stay icy, hey, check out my timepiece
Some **** are just fuck all, y'all
Tryna focus on my business
Cause I don't wanna fuck all, y'all
But they keep on testing me, vexing me
Just to make the boss fuck all, y'all
Now you make me wanna fuck all, y'all
I'm from the ghetto where many will never make it alive
Just a minor fuck up, throw you tires, set you alight
I've seen folks catch fire on the street, broad daylight
Jungle justice, I done witness with my own eyes
A cripple, stand trial, know he don't stand a chance
They gon' do him dirty, regardless if he innocent or not
A double cross with the boss, it's a death sentence
With the mob, in the city, I'm a fucking menace
Y'all **** can't mess with me
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me
Y'all **** can't mess with me
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me
Give a fuck about you bitch
My circle was smaller, from becoming a baller
Cash money was taller, made me a shot caller
In the city was known, now my freedom was gone
Living out of a suitcase, they cut the power to my home
Ain't paid the bills for some months, I've been fined a bunch
All my mail pile up, but I ain't got time to respond
Sad and busy on the grind, hustle, hustle and grind
Getting lit on the daily, too much stress in my mind
Don't give a fuck with my stilo, finna kill a person
If not for CCTV cameras, I could kill a person
You are fucking with the boss who don't give a shit
Murder stay on my mind, I'm on some killer shit
You could be rich, motherfucker, but you still a bitch
I heard the freak offs with brother love, ain't that a bitch
So all your industry **** is gay
Wait, what a heartbreak
Just find out my favorite rapper is gay
Y'all **** can't mess with me
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me
Y'all **** can't mess with me
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me
Give a fuck about you bitch
Y'all **** can't mess with me
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me
Y'all **** can't mess with me
Cry me a motherfucking river, bitch
Fat ass motherfucking punk
Y'all bitches can't fuck with me
Fucking imposter
Talking about moving crack, cocaine and shit
You ain't shit
You a buckled knee ass motherfucker
****, you's a bitch
Fraud
Fucking clown
Oh, shit
Who the fuck is you
K legged ass, motherfucker
You're a cockroach to me
Bitch ass ****
Keep running around telling motherfuckers
Don't fuck with Traidmarc
Like you're remote controlling the culture or something
Look at this clown
You's a lame ass motherfucker
Feel so damn
Sorry for the folks who follow you
Thinking they ya fans
They don't know you're fraud
All you do is buy fake followers
Buying comments
Buying likes
You **** got no engagement
You zero, ****
You a nil
You invalid, ****
Fuck you, ****
Bitch, ****
Get on your knees
Give me head
Don't make me spread ya fucking fanny on my bed
Yeah, ****
I'm going to make you famous
Tip a whole bottle of tequila down your anus
So the world can see where the sun shines
Punk ass ****
This is Traidmarc
Do your research
Ask about me, bitch
Doing this for a minute
It's real OG's up in this motherfucker
Don't make me spaz on you, bitch
Written by: McDonald Emiantor
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