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homies - fetty wap lyrics

[intro]
big zoovie, let’s go, yeah
cez on the beat

[chorus]
i got homies really f*ck with me, some homies that don’t (homies that don’t)
i got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won’t (homies that won’t)
i got k!llers that murk families, i got k!llers that won’t (nah)
bunch of thug n*ggas and drug dillers we family at most
i know n*ggas know who told us, they won’t do nothing ’bout it (goofy)
so they get ’round some hoes wanna act like they ’bout it (p*ssy)
he ain’t with it, would’ve never took that seven like bobby (ah*ah*ahh)
best part of 2020 that a n*gga made it out it (yeah)
i got homies really f*ck with me, somе homies that don’t (some homies that)
i got homiеs that ran off on me, some homies that won’t (i got some homies)
i got k!llers that murk families, i got k!llers that won’t (i got some k!llers, yeah)
bunch of thug n*ggas and drug dillers we family at most (big zoovie)

[verse 1]
yeah, brought a wedding ring from my pop, b*tch i’m arrogant (yeah)
f*ck uncle sam, i’mma trap for my salary (yeah)
break it down in vegetables, stacking up my celery (yeah)
“why this n*gga still here?” i guess these n*ggas mad at me
i bring it to your front door, p*ssy, if you at*ing me (p*ssy)
f*ck the b*tch real slow, watching for my calories
and i hold my block down, f*ck who got it after me (twelve)
on some gang sh*t, bout it, bout it, b*tch i’m master p
all that lame sh*t, rowdy, rowdy, put your ass to sleep
i just bought a chopper with a fifty it be quick to reach (yeah)
i just hit my papi off a burner he be quick to speak (brrrr, hallo)
told him if i send him 250, send me six a week
[chorus]
i got homies really f*ck with me, some homies that don’t (i do)
i got homies that ran off on me, some homies that won’t (i got homies that won’t, yeah)
i got k!llers that murk families, i got k!llers that won’t (yeah)
bunch of thug n*ggas and drug dillers we family at most
i know n*ggas know who told us, they won’t do nothing ’bout it (goofy)
so they get ’round some hoes wanna act like they ’bout it (p*ssy)
he ain’t with it, would’ve never took that seven like bobby (ah*ah*ahh)
best part of 2020 that a n*gga made it out it (yeah)

[verse 2]
i got homies who got weed, i got homies who don’t (i got homies who don’t)
i got homies who got pills, i got homies who don’t (i got homies who don’t)
i got b*tches who take charges, i got b*tches who don’t (i got b*tches who won’t)
i got b*tches that be driving homie, kicking your door
n*ggas trapping every season, treat that b*tch like a sport
walk up on a n*gga, we ain’t sliding no more
shoot at n*gga out the window, we ain’t sliding no door
know what happened to your man, he ain’t sliding for bro (p*ssy)

- fetty wap lyrics

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