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fessed me up - tabyas jones lyrics

[verse 1]
afro like a chia pet
it’s bushy, i let it grow
chi-chi ching-ching-chia bank account is on overload
really pushing b-ttons, man these n***** can’t pick a flow
feeling lucky number 7
when i re-up, you see the glo’
gotta have good aim tryna shoot your shot with me
sharp like a dart, to the point you gotta be
insecure with trust issues, then you can’t get next to me
i’m not f-ckin’ wit chu’ b-tches loose my number stop texting me
got more flows than that kid got clothes
upgrade my hoes, then i buy more clothes
screaming “bros over hoes”, cuz you f-ck with your bros
done feeling bad for you n*****, ain’t got no morals (ahh sh-t)
is it i that had you in your lil bag feeling bitter (aww)
is it i that you wish you could’ve had feeling bitter (well)
oh you mad cause i threw you to the side little n**** (yikes)
i’m really mad cause these b-tches really fess me up

[hook]
(fessed me up)
fess me up then get mad when i level up (fessed me up)
d-ck riding me got me c-mming on the regular (fessed me up)
don’t be mad cuz i never wanna tell you nun (fessed me up)
all up in my business man these b-tches need to level up (fessed me up)
i’m regular to deuglar i’m dracula (fessed me up)
coming for blood i spit something spectacular (fessed me up)
i’m regular to degular i’m dragging ’em (fessed me up)
popping sh-t behind the screen
you know i’m cracking ’em
(fessed me up)

[verse 2]
only talked for 3 days so you really a streak to me (sh-t)
never should’ve k!lled k!lled, cause the feds is after me (haha)
why these b-tches in your business?
they all hoes, the audacity
i’m glad that i’m living life, living it to capacity (heard you)
don’t give two f-cks even off dat d’ussé
(yeo i’m drizzed)
put the johnny to the pump wetting blocks like coochie
(yeo i’m lit)
always with the billions chilling with the goats
got me chrissy milian call me wayne i’m the goat (haha)
praying on my downfall, but you can’t i’m the pope
really think i’m gone confirm, what you heard, in a group (you sh-ttin’ me?)
i do not f-ck with the fans tho
my sk!ll is like vangoh
know a couple hood n***** that’ll shoot up your bando (brrahh)
spending money on fake gear you gone lose all your bands bro (facts)
and i’m not a hypebeast but i stay in them brands tho
i’m a supreme lil n****, i ain’t talking the brand tho
got your shawty hitting high notes, she’s a soprano

[extro]
i said me, they d-ck-ride me
omg they all over my d
how you don’t like me and ya’ d-ck-ride me?
how that sh-t work?
get the f-ck off my d!

- tabyas jones lyrics

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