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arm & leg - fyo tre lyrics

she just want my arm & leg
ooo oooo
arm & leg
she just want my arm leg
oooo
arm & leg
she needa bag
know i got bags
yo n-gga lag
boy is a drag
i dress lika dad
pull-up on you feelin swavey baby
90’s boy f-kkin 80’s baby
open up you gettin all my babies
tighten up b-tch you can’t get lazy
big -ss and it don’t een phase me
think again if you think i’m chasin
married to da money b-tch i’m taken
get me hard and my heart start racin
want my money b-tch please stop faking
time is money hoe please stop waistin
all deez problems dat i keep facin
all deez blunts a n-gga keep on facin
ugh
…
yeah, drip

i’m so sick , my money crip
ouuu
b-tch i’m on my sh-t
…she got her hands on my drip
ouuu
she gotta hand on my d-ck
i just paid a arm & leg
big tre on his way
ooo
ooo
big tre on his way
oooo
oooo
big tre on his way
oooo
oooo
please don’t contemplate
oooo
ooooo
you don’t gotta hate
you can congratulate
she went dat addy way
she act da baddie way
she went latterday
party on sat-rday
she got da phatter ayeeee
oooo
oooo
i paid a arm & leg

i paid a arm & a leg for da bit
i paid a arm & a leg for her sh-t
i paid a arm & a leg for da whip
i paid a arm & aleg for da kicks
i paid a arm & a leg for dis sip
i paid a arm & a leg for dis chain
i paid a arm & a leg for dis rang
i paid a arm & a leg for da brain
she paid a arm & a leg for da games
she keep on suckin remember her name
run it on up run it up wit da gang
she keep on f-kkin she ain’t got no shame
cut dat hoe off she be f-kkin wit lames
i got da bag and she wanted da same
you can look over but stay in yo lane
ugh ugh ugh ugh
armmm
leggg
she just want my arm & leg (x4)

yeah i’m wit my shooters
aye
bussin attcho maduelas
aye
we ain’t wit no f-kk sh-t
ya
ya ya ya
aye
try to suck my vibe
i get so high i’m alive
aye
bleed out for my 5 ain’t gone switch up on my guys
naw
drive by, we all out
summer time we ball out
show you what my squad bout
7 dice i’m all out
3.0 da danger
love fromma stranger
n-ggas don’t want me to win
arm & a leg for dis sin
ouuu i jus did it again
aye
baby got nut onner chin
ouuu
invade in dis b-tch like i’m grim
ouuu
hang wit some crips and some brims
30’a chop offa limb
ugh
my n-ggas play bove da rim
ugh
diamond so water i swim
ugh
yeah
i paid a arm and leg

- fyo tre lyrics

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