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captions (feat. 47) - fyelow lyrics

aye
the objective is the*
(what)

aye
the objective is the currency
i seen some cool n*ggas turn lame, that sh*t hurt to me
so i call my nurse, she ems, she come with urgency
my lil’ jawn, i pick her up, she think i’m hercules

if she laughing at a n*gga joke, she’ll throw the neck on him
i think i hate n*ggas more than the nets owner
you extra, huh, tryna do your best for her
lil’ n*gga, you pressed on her
i’m sendin’ shots at his ass like cupid n*gga
they come with extra love

i hate n*ggas, godd*mn, i hate n*ggas
i think i’m past fakin’, i wouldn’t even leave the crib
on sat*rdays if it wasn’t for ass shakin
i’m cash*rakin’, lil’ n*gga, i’m*

what you wanna see?
my n*ggas tote straps so crazy b*tch look like dlc
like she said the alphabet backwards, b*tch, went from u to t
i think my producer from michigan, he a wolverine
listen, i can’t have no hoe phase, cause can’t no hoe phase me
she don’t do no yoga or nothin’, these b*tches so lazy
and ben franklin, you a pedophile, b*tch
he been sittin’ up in my pocket since i was a lil’ kid
but i never snitched, plus i made more bread than chris hansen
short hair, but her ass fat, d*mn, that b*tch handsome

spendin’ cash, but i told him keep the change
i ain’t playin’, but i’m gettin’ to the bag, luol deng

did this sh*t for fun, and they sick that i passed him
i ain’t playin’, but i’m gettin’ paid like i’m haslem
if i lose a*
next one better than my last one
chopper slow him down if he try to pull a fast one
treat these hoes like a fishing rod the way i cast ’em
i done put so many n*ggas on, you can ask em

i said, treat him like a wood and spark a man
drive*by, that’s how you put the car in drive and park a man
when i draw the weapon, it erase, i call it magic marker

ben franklin g*y, i just caught him and grant inside my wallet
i said, i don’t chase the money, chase pull up to me and make deposits
this ain’t nick at nite, i got a drake on me and i ain’t joshin’
i said, don’t be pickin’ fights if you ain’t got no squabbles, lil’ n*gga

chopper give his ass a bald fade, little bill, n*gga
you’s a lil’ n*gga, probably still pee in the bed, n*gga
back in grade school, i had to flip my card to red, n*gga
they say i’m rap cappin’, all my bars go overheads, n*gga
you the type to hate the minute you get out the bed
all these n*ggas gluten*free, they ain’t been gettin’ to no bread
pockets fat, they full of gifts, i should’ve put em’ in a sled
it’s a sat*rday, but i’ll beat your ass like i’m craig

i see you got a check, but don’t let that lil’ sh*t go to your head, n*gga

- fyelow lyrics

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