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i told you - ftm bear lyrics

[intro: ftm bear]
yeah, yeah, yeah
(ba, catch a bag)
yeah, yeah, yeah
from the mud, n*gga, call me mud
yeah, yeah, yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah (call me squeeze)

[verse 1: ftm bear]
rich enough to have a chauffeur, i whip the h*llcat like it’s stolen
all my jewelry came from hutchs, never spent a bag at golden
f*ckin’ his b*tch up on the balcony in miami in my louis loafers
another n*gga want pressure behind his b*tch and i don’t even know her
ain’t no average n*gga, uh, i’m havin’ sh*t
get a bag and makе it disappear (poof), a magic trick
my neck look just like a chandеlier, it’s glass in it
he say he gon’ do some sh*t to bear, we laugh at him
i’m not arguin’, i’m buyin’ n*ggas, my accountant say that’s the wrong move
go’n and try again, i’m tellin’ you, n*gga, you got the wrong dude
my youngin popped a n*gga up and went and made a song too
one foot out the streets, but i can’t leave what i belong to
i’m glued, n*gga (yeah)

[chorus: ftm bear]
go’n and try your luck and you gon’ lose, n*gga
i told you, i’m not goin’ like no duck, i’m not a fool, n*gga
i told you, yeah, i be by myself, don’t wanna get cool with you
i told you, you can’t f*ck with me at all, don’t give a f*ck who with you
i told you (yeah), go’n and try your luck and you gon’ lose, n*gga
i told you, i’m not goin’ like no duck, i’m not a fool, n*gga
i told you, yeah, i be by myself, don’t wanna get cool with you
i told you, you can’t f*ck with me at all, don’t give a f*ck who with you
i told you
[verse 2: babyfxce e]
don’t like to repeat myself, won’t tell your ass again (i know)
i ain’t gon’ tell you what you wanna hear, i’ll tell you how it is (for real)
i was on the north with them guys, trappin’, sharin’ a bed
chopper on me soon as i close my eyes so they won’t tap my head
huh, they just rode past twice, bro, watch that black impala (watch that car)
feds been watchin’ our ass too, we took the straps to mamas (come on)
if i don’t f*ck the first two nights, i’m just gon’ think you childish
huh, had disagreements with my mama, but i know she proud of me
can’t fit money in my wallet, put it in my prada jeans
can’t be the only n*gga poppin’, everybody gotta eat
it ain’t only one n*gga poppin’, everybody got a heat
tell my b*tch that i got hoes, that way i ain’t gotta cheat (i ain’t gotta cheat)
huh, yeah, this sh*t for real for real (for real)
that’s my brother, do somethin’ to him, he might get k!lled for real, huh (on god)
she f*ck with me after what i did, that lil’ b*tch real for real, huh
i need a jacket when i put on this chain, might catch a chill for real (for real, yeah)

- ftm bear lyrics

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