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nikmoody - Fahgettaboudit lyrics

Artist: nikmoody

album: Madhouse


Tell my brother I love em I gotta get it
Cuz I been playin straight but fuck it my momma desperate
Move a couple grams of sticky and count lettuce
I got all the city girls here blushing like Cam Reddish
Leave a groupchat cuz fuck em
I got better things to do got my eyes on the glove like Andy Pettite
Pinstripe shit so NY that I don't get it
When you tell me not to do it I say bet
Then I bet it
That's just something you should know when we link like it's embedded
In the morning I drink right out the sink it's my genetics
I got blue collar brothers that don't even know each other
If I got a debt to cover they pool it for the aesthetic
Real goombas my father worked 2 jobs
Then called me a stunad for thinkin I'm 2 pac true
He got it backwards I'm not gonna moonwalk I'm not they illuma
No hobbies a future crew
It's just me I got Bluff on the doo wap
Jacuzzis and rooftops
Get your Ugg's off the futon you
Gotta turn figure 8's into two 4's
I wish I could hoop more
KD with a suit on Ohh
Ahh people grow and they change up
Still talking one day with my day ones
Haven't spoke in a month but we stay down
Take foul and we jump in the A1s
My mother taught me not to brag bout it
All work no play no they mad bout it
I been walking thru the city like the man bout it
Are you really bout it
Just Fahgettaboudit
I walk up to your favorite rapper
Like you know you suck
And when he gets offended
I hit em with the shoulder shrug
Funny he said he wanted smoke
While I was rolling up
Joe pesci with body's
What is this the first hole I dug
I rather beat you up then pop my tool
You don't believe me sonny
Va fangul
I'm am not like you
I'll leave you laying there
Like chopped mangu
La cosa nostra pussy
My mob rules
You copy
Cool
Ohh Maron
Fucking maricon
You are not a clone
We let money talk
And you Vic damone
This a pick and roll
With a euro step
And a finger roll
Make your center fold
Bring in it to the house
Like you're parents gone
And your sisters home
Sheesh
Tell me what we having for supper
What he have in the Cubberd
Is rubber bands and some butter
Hand to hand to them addicts
Who never plan to recover
Play the field like Mickey mantle
The Working man is a sucker
You wanna die
You should Be careful what you asking for
You think you can fix it
With just a pill
This ain't capsule Corp
Trying to avoid the bullshit that's coming
Like you a matador
When really you just look Mad at the door
But you ain't welcome no more
This type of merch you couldn't sell at the store
You copping papers what we selling is raw
You should forget about it
Before you end up dead on the news
We infrared about it
I'm funny how?
You fucking amused
Watch what you say about it

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