Thrower’s Fest YFG FATSO
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[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah, c'mon
[Chorus]
Bring the mowers out, grass inside the yard ain't all green
But I could feel this bitch with yeah, come fuck with me, I bring the growers out
Shaker fest, with throwers out
She gon' pop a split, and put her head on top the ground, that pussy 'some I got to know about
Told my mans to go deep in his hands, I got him showin' out
She gon' try to act like she the shit, that's 'cause I growed her out
She might tell you lies, she ain't gon' tell you how I throwed her out
Get all in her face, no, I don't play, bitch, what yo' throat about?
[Verse]
I'm well respected, it ain't nobody that treat me foul
Not too many want mе with that win, they tryna keep me down
Nights I said I quit, I went back in and pеrfected my sound
20 with the switch, if you hear it whistle, you best get down
Distribution, won't do no label deal for no hundred-thou'
Mama said, "If you gon' rap or trap, you better make me proud"
Thuggin' at my twin crib, my OG steady puttin' me out
I don't talk alot, I let my money speak, my paper loud
Yeah, uh, yeah, c'mon
[Chorus]
Bring the mowers out, grass inside the yard ain't all green
But I could feel this bitch with yeah, come fuck with me, I bring the growers out
Shaker fest, with throwers out
She gon' pop a split, and put her head on top the ground, that pussy 'some I got to know about
Told my mans to go deep in his hands, I got him showin' out
She gon' try to act like she the shit, that's 'cause I growed her out
She might tell you lies, she ain't gon' tell you how I throwed her out
Get all in her face, no, I don't play, bitch, what yo' throat about?
[Verse]
I'm well respected, it ain't nobody that treat me foul
Not too many want mе with that win, they tryna keep me down
Nights I said I quit, I went back in and pеrfected my sound
20 with the switch, if you hear it whistle, you best get down
Distribution, won't do no label deal for no hundred-thou'
Mama said, "If you gon' rap or trap, you better make me proud"
Thuggin' at my twin crib, my OG steady puttin' me out
I don't talk alot, I let my money speak, my paper loud
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