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Fatt Smaxk - Up The Score | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah
Fresh one
Huh, huh
(Me and Box, we in the kitchen)
Yeah, I'm with the get off boys, nigga, you know I swing the motherfuckin’ door, nigga (Get, get)
Hope you pickin' up what the fuck I'm puttin’ down, nigga (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Fifty bags ain't nothin', me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, yeah)
I ain't even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah
Fuckin' with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four (Huh, huh, huh)
Thuggin' in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah
[Verse]
Twenty bag plays make me miss my first show (Miss it)
Huh, shoppin' all week, 'member a nigga ain’t have no clothеs
Talkin’ to myself like, "Wherе would I be without that stove?" (Yeah)
Huh, want a thousand flat but got nine fifty, nigga, let's roll (Let’s roll)
Yeah, wanna get some money, then you better not chase a ho (A ho)
Huh, on his ass from Bankhead all the way to Jonesboro Road
Uh, ridin' presidential whip like two dope notes
Huh, shooters out the coupe, gon' smack your ass 'bout big bro (Yeah)
Huh, rob a nigga ass so fast and I ain’t even really had to use no gun (No)
Need a bitch stay down with me, trap nigga need me a loyal one (Huh)
Bruh doin' all that playin', shot him in the shit, now life ain't fun (Life ain't fun)
Started with twenty-eight grams, run it up, we play it like Rory Dunn (Rory, Rory, Rory)
Started with twenty-eight, uh (Yeah, yeah), she like my ad-libs, wanna hear me say, "Huh" (Yeah, huh)
Nigga tryna trust a nigga, want a crack head tried to steal my bomb
Buddy, what you know 'bout glass? Cook so much, had to rest my arm, uh-huh
'Member had to shake the bag, country-ass nigga don't deserve an award
I'm in the coupe with my son (Yeah, yeah), ball on a nigga like Smaxk LeBron ('Bron, 'Bron)
Shit get gone, first come, this shit for sale, we ain't savin' none (One, one)
Percocet had me buyin' low, I'll buy your ass out if you got the right one
Thought you was trappin' for real, I brought some sandwich bags and some white ones (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Fifty bags ain't nothin' (Yeah), me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, huh)
I ain't even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah (Toes, toes)
Fuckin' with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four, yeah
Thuggin' in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah (Up)
Fifty bags ain't nothin' (Yeah), me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, huh)
I ain't even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah (Toes, toes)
Fuckin' with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four, yeah
Thuggin' in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah (Up)
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Fatt Smaxk - Up The Score | Lyrics:
[Intro]
Yeah
Fresh one
Huh, huh
(Me and Box, we in the kitchen)
Yeah, I'm with the get off boys, nigga, you know I swing the motherfuckin’ door, nigga (Get, get)
Hope you pickin' up what the fuck I'm puttin’ down, nigga (Huh, huh, huh, yeah)
Yeah (Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Fifty bags ain't nothin', me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, yeah)
I ain't even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah
Fuckin' with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four (Huh, huh, huh)
Thuggin' in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah
[Verse]
Twenty bag plays make me miss my first show (Miss it)
Huh, shoppin' all week, 'member a nigga ain’t have no clothеs
Talkin’ to myself like, "Wherе would I be without that stove?" (Yeah)
Huh, want a thousand flat but got nine fifty, nigga, let's roll (Let’s roll)
Yeah, wanna get some money, then you better not chase a ho (A ho)
Huh, on his ass from Bankhead all the way to Jonesboro Road
Uh, ridin' presidential whip like two dope notes
Huh, shooters out the coupe, gon' smack your ass 'bout big bro (Yeah)
Huh, rob a nigga ass so fast and I ain’t even really had to use no gun (No)
Need a bitch stay down with me, trap nigga need me a loyal one (Huh)
Bruh doin' all that playin', shot him in the shit, now life ain't fun (Life ain't fun)
Started with twenty-eight grams, run it up, we play it like Rory Dunn (Rory, Rory, Rory)
Started with twenty-eight, uh (Yeah, yeah), she like my ad-libs, wanna hear me say, "Huh" (Yeah, huh)
Nigga tryna trust a nigga, want a crack head tried to steal my bomb
Buddy, what you know 'bout glass? Cook so much, had to rest my arm, uh-huh
'Member had to shake the bag, country-ass nigga don't deserve an award
I'm in the coupe with my son (Yeah, yeah), ball on a nigga like Smaxk LeBron ('Bron, 'Bron)
Shit get gone, first come, this shit for sale, we ain't savin' none (One, one)
Percocet had me buyin' low, I'll buy your ass out if you got the right one
Thought you was trappin' for real, I brought some sandwich bags and some white ones (Huh, huh)
[Chorus]
Fifty bags ain't nothin' (Yeah), me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, huh)
I ain't even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah (Toes, toes)
Fuckin' with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four, yeah
Thuggin' in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah (Up)
Fifty bags ain't nothin' (Yeah), me and T-Lo swing doors, huh (Huh, huh)
I ain't even touch her, but she ready to touch them toes, yeah (Toes, toes)
Fuckin' with Baby Drank, fucked around and poured a four, yeah
Thuggin' in the trenches with some niggas that up scores, yeah (Up)
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