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set it off - fmb dz lyrics

[verse: fmb dz]
i ain’t gone lie, this one for you baby
i fell in love with everything you do baby
you want some valentino jimmy choo baby
i got these n-gg-s in they feelings, i’m going too crazy
i’m the boss man
with the game plan
shout out to four-five that’s my main mans
n-gg- it don’t make sense if it don’t make bands
f-ck the paperwork, my word good
let’s shake hands
fmb tag
we a empire
a n-gg- swing on me, i bet my mans fire
and we all move at night like some vampires
all a n-gg- hear is shots and police sirens
this the real me
you feel me
n-gg- f-ck this rap sh-t, yeah i’m still me
keep a couple hitters with me, you can’t k!ll me
a n-gg- play around with me, sh-t gone get real deep
i make one phone call, and spray the whole street
i just got that one call, they say they lows sweet
a thousand pack a whole day, f-ck a whole week
them pros get her p-ssy wet, just like a slow leak
so cheap
she had to cut you off said you was so weak
you not me
i roll the 20’s on me, this sh-t sloppy
a n-gg- made a k!lling down the way off them rockes
get in a lot of newer relationships with them knoxes

[verse: babyface ray]
a n-gg- made a k!lling down the way with them oranges
we touch down
i throw my hands up, cause we scoring
n-gg-s hate to see me in the club, i’m like jordan
i’m balling
money falling on them, liquor pouring
big bands taking up sp-ce, b-tch i’m hording
f-ck naw
swiper no swiping, i’m like dora
take a bad b-tch to the suite then record her
wake up, drop her -ss off then ignore her
i’m a keep it real
free my n-gg-s 80’s
we was in this sh-t for real
dropping 6’s out of seals
if it was slavery, then i would still be in the field
you a house n-gg-
when i rap, hustlers get the chills
75 south with the low to the hills
i’m on my no hands
bags shaking self, while i chill
put a half on it, extra pros in it k!ll
i’m a keep my foot on the gas til a mil
i’m a keep my hands in the street cause i gotta do it
ice cross blinging off my chest, hoes like hallelujah
og’s give me my respect, i know what i’m doing
you ain’t never got hit with a bag and you gotta move it
set it off

- fmb dz lyrics

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