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this for my hittaz - fbg young lyrics

[intro: fbg young]
(who in the f*ck did this? copo)
huh? huh?
woah, let’s get it
young, godumb (huh? huh?)
cashout (huh? huh?)

[chorus: fbg young & fbg cash]
this is for my hitters who ain’t see this year (l’s, l’s)
and i can see the top and we gon’ make it there (we gon’ get it)
all my n*ggas real, we can’t fake it there (not at all)
thirties in them autos if you take it there (brrlah)
this is for my hitters who ain’t see this year (let’s get it)
and i can see the top and we gon’ make it there (let’s get it)
all my n*ggas real, we can’t fake it there (it’s cashout 0*6*trey in this b*tch)
thirties in them autos if you take it thеre (brrlah)
[verse 1: fbg cash]
gps ’cause i don’t know wherе i be goin’
flow cold, man, i swear to god, it’s snowin’ (brr)
thought it was a game, now a n*gga up next (i’m hot)
worldstar twice, got these n*ggas upset (cut the checks)
i’m a businessman, i just like to cut checks (that bag)
lot of liquor, but this remy got a n*gga wet (i’m drunk)
first name cash, nickname ben frank (that bag)
shawty love me ’cause i’m doin’ sh*t her man can’t (he lame)
tookaville sendin’ shots, you n*ggas sendin’ blanks (brrat)
catch a body right now, we ain’t gotta think (boom, boom, boom, boom)
love money, i’ll teach you how to stunt, n*gga (flex)
i’m the sh*t now, i ain’t gotta front, n*gga (we up next)

[chorus: fbg young]
this is for my hitters who ain’t see this year (l’s, l’s)
and i can see the top and we gon’ make it there (we gon’ get it)
all my n*ggas real, we can’t fake it there (not at all)
thirties in them autos if you take it there (brrlah)
this is for my hitters who ain’t see this year (let’s get it)
and i can see the top and we gon’ make it there (uh*huh)
all my n*ggas real, we can’t fake it there (it’s young, it’s young, godumb, godumb)
thirties in them autos if you take it there (brrlah)

[verse 2: fbg young]
dumb n*ggas don’t last, you got to play your part (play your role)
no, this not for lames, this sh*t rated r (this is real)
blood in my eyes, st. lawrence, we braveheart (fearin’ none)
put a beam on the gun ’cause the streets are dark
by myself, i’m a menace (l’s, l’s), dale mob and we on business
l’s up for my lieutenant (tooka) and this field, b*tch, we in it (huh?)
long boys of that tp (dope), tell them free wee wee (free my brodie)
these n*ggas flexin’ and my n*ggas on that (let’s get it)
shoestrings on tecs, we just wildin’ for respect (brrat)
we got smoke for any block, ebk, n*ggas get whacked (boom*boom, boom*boom)
hundred*shot handgun, arm, legs, get hit, gang
[chorus: fbg young]
this is for my hitters who ain’t see this year (l’s, l’s)
and i can see the top and we gon’ make it there (we gon’ get it)
all my n*ggas real, we can’t fake it there (not at all)
thirties in them autos if you take it there (brrlah)
this is for my hitters who ain’t see this year (l’s, l’s)
and i can see the top and we gon’ make it there (we gon’ get it)
all my n*ggas real, we can’t fake it there (not at all)
thirties in them autos if you take it there (brrlah)

- fbg young lyrics

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