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blue hunnids - fella lyrics

[tag]
(got zay on the beat, so you know the sh*t kn*)

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i been suffocating wilt, all my hunnids blue
if i ain’t with the family then i’m witcho boo
if we ain’t sippin’ remy, then i’m puffin’ glue with a view, n*gga
b*tches in the nude
whip hold like six, but i love the coupe
stick shift, louis print, and i drop the roof
smokin big dog pack while i’m slappin’ snoop
if it ain’t about a dollar, i ain’t finna move

[verse 1]
i want all the money in the world i can’t even hold
not to take your b*tch, i could always sn*tch a hoe
i wanna take a brick and start pavin’ the road
we been down too long now it’s time to get on
i ain’t talkin’ ‘bout a couple hundred n*ggas touchin mills
i’m talkin’ ‘bout a couple thousand schools bein’ built
so the young life got a place to go besides the field
they ain’t livin’ out of fear, and know they’ll get a meal
cops up next, see them n*ggas gotta die
can’t trust no judge to give them n*ggas life
blood was 22, newly married to his wife
a three year old daughter who don’t understand why
all they gotta say is “i was scared for my life”
for some f*ckin’ reason that’s enough to get by
murder ain’t murder i guess if you’re white
man f*ck the whole system, free my mothaf*ckin’ guys
[hook]

[verse 2]
i’m doin’ everything i know you n*ggas wish you could
only difference is i ain’t finna settle
i be posted in the cut smokin russian woods
f*ck n*gga don’t play with tha fella
put some cheese on your head, talkin’ green not yellow
i know you n*ggas soft, sweet like marshmallows
that’s why your b*tch blush every time i say “h*llo”
a real n*ggas presence is enough to cause trouble
smokin’ cookies, add gelato for the taste
rockin asteroid belts ‘cause i’m somewhere outta sp*ce
i been grindin’ long nights for the world to see my face
and you know i’m not stoppin’ ‘til i’m ridin’ in a wraith n*gga
uh, yeah flow so mean
henny in my cup i don’t want no lean
my n*ggas up next scottie send us up the beam
got pippen and mike wishin’ they was on the team, n*gga
like cole, i had a dollar and a dream, n*gga
like jigga, tryna touch like ten figures
few hittas just in case a n*gga move different
and i’m f*ckin’ dimes, all your b*tches look like bruce jenner

[hook]

- fella lyrics

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