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ungrateful - fatt macc lyrics

[intro]
i’m tryna hit you now, i might not give a f*ck later
i’m tryna hit you now, i might not give a f*ck later

[chorus]
i’m tryna hit you now, i might not give a f*ck later (i might not give a f*ck)
she want me buy her a new benz, it’s time to upgrade her (i boss her up)
i gave it to another b*tch, that ho was ungrateful (on god)
can’t get it from her last n*gga, he was unable (that n*gga broke)
buy her ass, buy her titties, that’s how you build a b*tch (that’s how you build her)
couple n*ggas down the road’ll get you filthy rich (that legal)
pillow talkin’ quickest way to get your b*tches hit (on god)
i just had to shoot my shot, no, i ain’t missin’ sh*t (no, i ain’t missin’)

[verse 1]
moncler for the summer, know we gettin’ money (i’m fly as h*ll)
green pints for a hundred, got my city pumpin’ (on god)
n*ggas hate every day, they know i ain’t stuntin’ (i ain’t stuntin’)
and all i f*ck is bad b*tches, look like lauren london (all my b*tches bad)
i put n*ggas on they feet, you know it ain’t sh*t to front you (yeah)
keep on gettin’ them b*tches gone, migo keep ’em comin’ (keep ’em comin’)
i done jugged so many boxes, i’ll make a hundred (woo)
seven boxes in a week, that n*gga up to somethin’ (n*gga up to somethin’)
what you know about them depths?
what you know about them red*eye flights? we puttin’ them b*tches in the air
and move swift, ’cause n*ggas tell (n*ggas snitchin’)
keep your eyes open, it be the n*gga with you turn to 12 (on god)
[chorus]
i’m tryna hit you now, i might not give a f*ck later (i might not give a f*ck)
she want me buy her a new benz, it’s time to upgrade her (she know what up)
i gave it to another b*tch, that ho was ungrateful (yeah)
can’t get it from her last n*gga, he was unable (he broke as h*ll)
buy her ass, buy her titties, that’s how you build a b*tch (that’s how you build her)
couple n*ggas down the road’ll get you filthy rich (that legal)
pillow talkin’ quickest way to get your b*tches hit (way to get your b*tches hit)
i just had to shoot my shot, no, i ain’t missin’ sh*t (no, i ain’t missin’)

[verse 2]
big blue, a deuce of wock’, i threw some skittles in it (i’m high as f*ck)
big doot, no waist, how i like all my women (on god)
you tryna make a half a ticket, then just pay attention (yeah)
you tryna ride a honda civic or hop out a bentley? (yeah)
you can trick out with them b*tches when you really gettin’ it (you really gettin’ it)
i know you ain’t buy ’em in it, what’s the most you spendin’? (yeah)
you can pull up, get them b*tches, i’ma drop the ticket (drop the ticket)
bring them b*tches to your door, an extra hundred*fifty (on god)

[chorus]
i’m tryna hit you now, i might not give a f*ck later (i might not give a f*ck)
she want me buy her a new benz, it’s time to upgrade her (she want me boss her up)
i gave it to another b*tch, that ho was ungrateful (yeah)
can’t get it from her last n*gga, he was unable (he broke as h*ll)
buy her ass, buy her titties, that’s how you build a b*tch (that’s how you build her)
couple n*ggas down the road’ll get you filthy rich (that legal mail)
pillow talkin’ quickest way to get your b*tches hit (on god)
i just had to shoot my shot, no, i ain’t missin’ sh*t (no, i ain’t missin’)

- fatt macc lyrics

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