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kobe - fmb dz lyrics

[intro: fmb dz]
h*llo, what up?
yeah, huh, what’s the word?
(dicegame)
what’s up, dice? we back, n*gga
whoop, whoop

[chorus: fmb dz]
i used to hit the road for my n*ggas for the lowski
fast forward, i’m livin’ in a mansion, wearin’ rollies
i was [?], they was hoppin’ out of stolies
i’m the type to f*ck a n*gga b*tch if he owe me
real rockstar, i’ma go out with my chopper like kobe
lit like a candle, b*tches pullin’ up to blow me
foreigns outside, tops dropped on ’em
plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on ’em

[verse 1: fmb dz]
turn me up, turn me up, then
my young n*gga caught a hat, now he up ten
really thirteen when you throw the buffs in
the brick man, i tell them hoes i do construction
pull up in a dually, you need a jump*start to jump in
shoot these shots, make his car stop, caught a jumpman
get his sh*t towed, that’s how that sh*t go
he ain’t pay his tab, so he got his life repoed
probably catch me slidin’ in the porsche with somethin’ thick, huh
b*tches tryna eat it through the shorts ’cause i’m rich now
paranoid, so everywhere i go, we got them bl!cks out
good girl with you, when she with me, she got them tits out
if i said f*ck you, then i stand on it, f*ck a sit*down
f*ck a deal, all i need is a flip in a hick town
same ones that hold me down same ones lookin’ sick now
i’ll count a hundred racks, stand back with a big smile
[chorus: fmb dz]
i used to hit the road for my n*ggas for the lowski
fast forward, i’m livin’ in a mansion, wearin’ rollies
i was [?], they was hoppin’ out of stolies
i’m the type to f*ck a n*gga b*tch if he owe me
real rockstar, i’ma go out with my chopper like kobe
lit like a candle, b*tches pullin’ up to blow me
foreigns outside, tops dropped on ’em
plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on ’em

[verse 2: cash kidd]
your b*tch ate the d*ck, she used pop rocks on it
i was tryna get her friend, but she c*ckblocked on me
just f*ck her on my seat and make the block rock ’round me
kidd keep a can’ on him like popeye, don’t he? n*ggas fried
feet up in first*class, eavesdroppin’ on the pilot
see an opp, i can’t wait like i’m on a diet
h*rny, on your b*tch head like a viking
finger on the sk, but i ain’t typin’
told my realtor stop sendin’ me cribs, i get carried away
bought your b*tch a tongue ring, tryna marry her face
bebe kidd rich as h*ll, still scammin’ the bank
i ain’t never gang bang, but i stack in they face
yeah, male gigalo, she gon’ pay me a fee
yeah, keep an f&n for the adhd
courtside laker game, watchin’ ad hd
i just text a cheerleader, told her save me a seat
it’s ironic how that iron made my paper increase
is he anemic? ’cause he covered in blankets and sheets
since a f*ckin’ kid, whole town knew my name on the east
tryna duck the alphabet boys with js on my feet
in an amg gettin’ neck, left stains on the seat
high as h*ll, snuck a pound on the plane with dz
my ex miss me ’cause i lit up my chain like a tree
udonis haslem, big 40, i came with the heat
[chorus: fmb dz]
i used to hit the road for my n*ggas for the lowski
fast forward, i’m livin’ in a mansion, wearin’ rollies
i was [?], they was hoppin’ out of stolies
i’m the type to f*ck a n*gga b*tch if he owe me
real rockstar, i’ma go out with my chopper like kobe
lit like a candle, b*tches pullin’ up to blow me
foreigns outside, tops dropped on ’em
plug sent so many scripts, can play hopscotch on ’em

- fmb dz lyrics

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