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happy hour - fmb dz lyrics

[intro: king hendrick$]
(rell on the track)
(jxckk just want a drink)
my n*ggas
my n*ggas turnin’ mansions into— ayy
i’m from the bottom, man, this sh*t like left, right
do me a favor, play with us and get yourself wet
all i do is sip lean ’cause the check fat
but the check fat, them the correct facts

[chorus: king hendrick$]
yeah, come on, back where i left at
sold out in one day, i’m on my next batch
blue jeans by the load, we like fairfax
grower send a bunch of mold, you could’ve kept that
i got rich in the region of the wetbacks
it’s like the plug the only one to sеnd the care package
young n*gga scratchin’ off in thеm h*llcats
my n*ggas turnin’ mansions into meth labs

[verse 1: king hendrick$]
i’m in the trap all day, no cash back
i’m like mercedes, i could sell a n*gga air bags
i put ’em on the greyhound, i’m on a fast track
i turn a label down for this backpack
the valet never get the keys to the red benz
i play that n*gga like my right and my left hand
i carry two fns, them my best friends
quarterback a play, they pay me all redskins
it’s no bet if you only wanna bet ten
it’s no bet if you only wanna bet ten
you should’ve called me back when i was at the red inn
should’ve called me, i was livin’ at the—, n*gga
tellin’ dz we gotta go to az
a better number for the oranges like kd
a number high on the board like waist*deep
i’ma stay real, i just gotta stay free
[chorus: king hendrick$]
yeah, come on, back where i left at
sold out in one day, i’m on my next batch
blue jeans by the load, we like fairfax
grower send a bunch of mold, you could’ve kept that
i got rich in the city of the wetbacks
it’s like the plug the only one to send the care package
young n*gga scratchin’ off in them h*llcats
my n*ggas turnin’ mansions into meth labs

[verse 2: fmb dz]
i got n*ggas sellin’ h, them fetty blues is set for life
them green boxes will too, my hustle finally fell through
my hands in all kinds of sh*t, you know how the grind get
lately, i been on the road, that’s who i spend my time with
i’m a n*gga with a route for real, did this sh*t without a deal
touch down, move the whole bag, b*tch, we outta here
turn*around after turn*around, yeah, i gotta steal
i’ll never double*cross my mans for a dollar bill
catch me out in houston, me and hendo ’bout to crack a seal
you ain’t never felt this type of feeling, probably never will
ain’t no point of you gettin’ in this car if you ain’t tryna k!ll
my lil’ n*gga a minor whackin’ sh*t, he think he babydrill

[chorus: king hendrick$]
yeah, come on, back where i left at
sold out in one day, i’m on my next batch
blue jeans by the load, we like fairfax
grower send a bunch of mold, you could’ve kept that
i got rich in the city of the wetbacks
it’s like the plug the only one to send the care package
young n*gga scratchin’ off in them h*llcats
my n*ggas turnin’ mansions into meth labs
[outro]
(rell on the track)
(jxckk just want a drink)

- fmb dz lyrics

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