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fax - the homie teez lyrics

[verse 1]
yea
yebo
i been working for a while until it’s bright outside, homie
heard it only comes to you if you stay up all night, homie
well i’m
married to the hustle
got a wife, homie
want my daughter ballin f—— n-body for that money
’cause n-gg-s drop that std, now we can’t eat that kitty
’less i’m praying for that p—-, jeso had me trippin’
i’m supposed to be in service, but i just hit the leaf
uncle came out back and found me hanging out a tree
but he couldn’t see nothing…
“where the h-ll is homie t–z?”
nowadays you can’t even find us hanging in the street
the baby coming over but she got no time to leave
she eyeing me, she ‘pposed to be at work at half three
lost my hunnies
lost my chains
lost my money man
gatas had me in a cell tryna hold me back
thought they’d keep a homie down cause he young and black
made a call from inside, out in a flash!

[chorus]
f— a stat, wa ryda or wa byza, gimme facts
what is that?
issa a blimp
issa a -ss
yeah
i need more than that, i need you to give me facts
i need more than that, i need you to give me fax

f— a stat, wa ryda or wa byza, gimme facts
what is that?
issa a blimp
issa a -ss
yeah
i need more than that, i need you to give me facts
i need more than that, i need you to give me fax
[yeah]

one, two, three, four, five, six, seven
this that s— got you feeling like heaven

eight, nine, ten all the way to eleven
when this s— drop you gon’ get all trippy

[verse 2]
yeah
mina uk’rhyma ngak’ starter in the gutter
now i shine like don dada in the summer with his mouth open
finna move backwards and start the empire
so i grind like dwayne johnson undercover get paul walking
young n-gg-, ain’t s— changed, still smoke yall like
pall mall, i might die from the cig
yeah
ya them girls skrr skrr my name when i’m on tour like, 2pac i might die in a whip
but
barcadi sippin’ in a private theatre’s where my mind is
boss kao tshela. you know what it is
f— the hurdles n-gg-
over-hurting n-gg-s yeah
jumping over hurdles my n-gg- yeah you know what it is
yeah
came a long way from rapping for the kids, now i’m rapping for everybody that lives
you know what it is
i deserve a n-bel peace prize for keeping the streets live and well, doc dre s—

[chorus]
stat!
wa ryda or wa byza, gimme facts
what is that?
issa a blimp
issa a -ss
yeah
i need more than that, i need you to give me facts
i need more than that, i need you to give me fax

- the homie teez lyrics

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