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intro - joey fatts lyrics

doctor:
that’s it mrs. johnson
you’re doing good relax
push. there you go push
mrs. johnson: oh sh-t
doctor: there you go mrs. johnson, relax
mrs. johnson: godd-mn. that little motherf-cker looks just like his daddy

[verse]
west side of the map
east side of the beach
grew up on ‘pac and dbg
raised on noodles and ebt
food stamps can’t buy shoes so i got it in the streets
like i’m ‘possed to
young mosta
but you don’t want it from the shoulders
i’ll f-ck you over
and slide on you in that nova
and slump you over
sh-lls in the 50 cal size of canned sodas
know i’m bad for early deaf in hearing way i’m living
scheming on the millions
duck tape a n-gga and his children if he the n-gga with it
on the mission out to get it
one rule is by any means
x i prescribe for the low
the hood dr. king
bad b-tches flock to me
because they see this guap on heat
said she likes the way i’m dressing
so she swallow poppy seeds
n-ggas see the way i’m grilling know i got the glock on me
try a robbery, this sh-t gonna turn to homicide
street commodity
50k is up in my cuban links
these n-ggas slept on me
d-ckriding, they need a nuvaring
my n-ggas stay with me, it’s a problem my n-ggas shooting things
don’t even play with me, if it ain’t about money keep it moving g
grams in the apcs
i’m serving f-cking j-o-b
young n-gga been paper chasing since before i learned my a-b-c’s
crip n-ggas stay free
f-ck two bad hoes a week
even if you got lynched you n-ggas can’t hang with me

- joey fatts lyrics

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