Letra de Fine Shit - FattMack

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Fatt, Fatt

Bitches this Perc gon’ match my fit, I just popped out in all white lows

I made a promise to myself, I'll never tell or break the code

I kept getting caught up with these hoes, I had to leave them all alone

This big .45 a stop yo whip, bro, blow the switch and make me proud

I did my time and played my part, but now I'm rich, I skipped the town

I'm so rich, me and my bitch go hit New York to catch a vibe

I'm so player, walk on stage and let the crowd do all the talkin’

If you come reach out for a chain, we ain't gonna hesitate to off ‘em

Yeah, I’m wit’ fine shit

I can't have no ho that's playin' detective, I want blind shit

Yeah, I can't cuff a bitch that wasn't around before these diamonds

Yeah, I paid you back for all the pain I caused up, by designer shit

You keep bringing back up old shit, like, fuck all my apologies

Yeah, she like, "Mack, I love you, why the fuck you keep on lying to me?"

Yeah, I ran out my check when we first met, she ain't think highly of me

Yeah, knee deep in streets

Ridin’ with that ARP’s, I'm in the belly of the beast

Yeah, and since I got rich, I'm leaving every bitch with ‘E

I been geeked up for a week, wait 'til I OD

Stomach feeling weak, I keep pouring lean

She freaky in the sheets, and probably, she a queen

She say “I'm unique and something attracted her to me”

Probably all this drip, 2K on my jeans

And she popping pills, this bitch just like my me

I pour up a cup for her, let her sip my lean

Yeah, I'm something like Mufasa, you my drug queen, baby

I'm right with these choppers, I can leave her bloody scene today

Bitch, the fact you leaving me, you never was here anyway

First nigga reach out for my chain, and I'm gon' demonstrate

He dead up on the wall

Bitches this Perc gon’ match my fit, I just popped out in all white lows

I made a promise to myself, I'll never tell or break the code

I kept getting caught up with these hoes, I had to leave them all alone

This big .45 a stop yo whip, bro, blow the switch and make me proud

I did my time and played my part, but now I'm rich, I skipped the town

I'm so rich, me and my bitch go hit New York to catch a vibe

I'm so player, walk on stage and let the crowd do all the talkin’

If you come reach out for a chain, we ain't gonna hesitate to off ‘em

Yeah, nigga, yeah

I'm in the booth, I'm high as fuck

Telling them to come try it a little

Reach out for a chain and see what happen

Oh God, I bet that nigga doubt all mine

You feel me?

On my mama, nigga

Fatt

On God

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