fessin - maajins lyrics
[intro]
yeah, yeah
[chorus]
bro got the glock, [?]
[?] gang, drillin’ sh*t
i don’t know how it get realer than this
break up with that b*tch, i don’t feel nothin’
my ranks, re*up
oh he chat? then its up
he off the map, yeah, i see up
turn off yo’ lo’, lets go p up
got a new coupe, look like cheetah
i tell that b*tch, i’ma see her
and then i tell that b*tch, i don’t need ya’
yeah she eat me up, look like ice cream [?]
[verse]
came with the saucer, [?]
hop on the beat, power up, vegeta
been recording for hours, i ain’t see the sun
i got too many kids, i don’t got a son
that n*gga corny, [?]
got that maison margiela, pieces for the onе
[?]
make him mad that i’m trollin’, n*gga, i just stunt
he talkin’ sh*t, then wе get out the gun
whole time he got a bb gun and its spray painted
[?] f*ck with the whip, [?]
i’m the g*o*a*t, its the same, innit?
lil b*tch, i am the goat, it’s the same thing
told the whole world [?]
b*tch, i think i’m addicted to drugs
lsd on my tongue, yeah, thats head change
cook the beat up, time for 808 change
ridin’ too dirty, b*tch yeah, i stank
pop a thirty, then head to the bank
he a virgin, he stay on the game
he stay on my block, he gon’ flank
n*gga a nerd, he don’t get to the bank
stuck in the crib, all you do is [?]
on top of the world, n*ggas, they too fake
yeah, see it from here
i’m higher than mount everest, and i see the sh*t clear
n*ggas get where the f*ck bout’ a b*tch
yeah i’m seeing it there
b*tch i hop on yo’ sh*t and do better than you, all the ho’s stop and stare
all you weird n*ggas mad i do better than you, get off my d*ck, i need air
b*tch i ran up a m, now [?]
why th* why they offer me that?
lightskin lil b*tch, and she play wit’ my hair
b*tch i’m too locked in just like my hair
2 bands to school, n*gga, thats what i wear
i’m off his pack, spark it with the flare
hit him wit’ bananas, we leavin’ his there
like a monkey, why this f*ck n*gga try to come sub me
do not text me b*tch, you not my buddy
i hate n*ggas, just like little huddy
groupie b*tch said she tryna come cuff me
but i hate to be bearer of bad news
he was tough, now that boy a tattoo
r.i.p you, you a* okay
float, b*tch i float
b*tch i float, i’m progressing
b*tch i hop on the beat, get to [?]
real brave if he step in, 2k on her best friend
he got dealt wit’, b*tch, that’s a lesson
boy you 5’3, who is you fessin’?
b*tch, yeah
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