what ya sayin' (remix) - platinum(fgm) lyrics
[verse 1]
ok i’m straight out new orleans but ain’t reppin no ward no and n-ggas been snitching so i know how far to go
hit your -ss with that brett farve give you a hard four and separate your arms legs right off of your torso
ever since my album dropped i been trappin them barcodes will i ever let it go i can’t tell you but heaven knows
i go r-t-rded on the beat i will murder you seven fold and laugh about it with some demons that only the devil knows
you better wake up before i put your -ss to rest put this ka to your chest and let that ka make a mess
i’m a professor with this sh-t i never had to take a test but if your -ss had stayed in cl-ss then you would never be a mess
what you saying, i ain’t playing platinum colder than a dead man if money on the block then i’m around it like a headband
fattie got the glock and he gon shoot because you said that bullet go through your head the coroner like where the lead at
d-mn and i heard you f-ck with skeezers b-tches gotta l!ck my toes to suck my d-ck and they be divas
i can’t make this b-tch my wife but she snort c0ke and roll my weed up cook my dinner while and i swear them t-tties d-cups
type of n-gga that will aim it at you let it go even lil scoonie know is gon be funerals
i tell all my shooters no they still gon do it though pull up on a p-ssy hole leave it with bullet holes
my playlist but i ain’t finished tell them stop tripping if you not part of the mob business
we be outside lurking while you working on your presentation everybody round me got bodies but ain’t no hesitation
leave you in the ruins of curran place ‘kus the spot is taken what an observation this my operation i been doing this for so long that i’m never mistaken catch your -ss making a bet k!ll you while horses racing
play you to the left like i do my b-tches but my flag to the right i swear to god i got a sickness
middle finger in the sky i’m screaming f-ck the opposition if you ride for it you gon die for it thats the business
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