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Feddi GMG - Affiliated Lyrics



Feddi GMG - Affiliated Lyrics
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Aye aye , come on
Like what the f*ck
Where them one niggas on that block, we tryna spin again
Heard you got that one nigga low, I'm tryna spin again
I'm tryna spin again
Where that one nigga on that block, we tryna spin again
Heard you got that low, well do something with it
We ain't fearin' shit
Little cuddy out the way
He F*ck with gang , that chopper fit him in
My bitch go ape shit when I ain't divin' in
Deep up in that water, tryna fish yea , we gon' knock him in
My blood bitch, active in the streets, she ain't gon' call it in
Steppin' in them Louie v's, what these niggas do to me
All up on they block we tryna find another, opp to bleed
Like, come on
F*ckin' on this lil' opp bitch, like, get up on yo' knees
Yea that's the time I'm on,
No I can't supply yo' needs
No I can't talk on the phone, spend $20,000 on my team
These niggas claimin' that they top dog, we'll put him on that leash
Mike Amiri on my jeans
It took some time, but niggas gon' realize, to not to intervene
State to state trooping, how y'all hoopin', when yall ain't got no team
Whip the pot up, he leave no stain, like he Mr clean
Pop it for the pain, he want a name, we'll put it on the team
Waterfall, waterfall, she bring the rain, TLC
My bitch got a dragon on her side, like she Jane
Catch your man's, poppin' out
Leave a stain, now I got blood up on my rickies
Why these niggas think it's tricky
Leave it empty like it's tank
Passin' bitches ain't a thing to me
Like, come on
Like, come on
Like, come on
Ayy, ayy
Come on
Soul control, we sent too many home, they thinkin' we the reaper
Look me in my eyes and see the tries, that I'ma be a keeper
Bust down audamar shi want my time, but I can't really see it
Niner on that line, we leave him sittin' like he on that bleacher
Where that one, nigga
On that block, we tryin' to spend again
Heard you got that low well do somethin' with it
We ain't fearin' shit
Lil cuddy out the way, he f*ck with gang, that chopper fit him in
My bitch go ape shit when I ain't divin' in
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Like, come on
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
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Aye aye , come on
Like what the f*ck
Where them one niggas on that block, we tryna spin again
Heard you got that one nigga low, I'm tryna spin again
I'm tryna spin again
Where that one nigga on that block, we tryna spin again
Heard you got that low, well do something with it
We ain't fearin' shit
Little cuddy out the way
He F*ck with gang , that chopper fit him in
My bitch go ape shit when I ain't divin' in
Deep up in that water, tryna fish yea , we gon' knock him in
My blood bitch, active in the streets, she ain't gon' call it in
Steppin' in them Louie v's, what these niggas do to me
All up on they block we tryna find another, opp to bleed
Like, come on
F*ckin' on this lil' opp bitch, like, get up on yo' knees
Yea that's the time I'm on,
No I can't supply yo' needs
No I can't talk on the phone, spend $20,000 on my team
These niggas claimin' that they top dog, we'll put him on that leash
Mike Amiri on my jeans
It took some time, but niggas gon' realize, to not to intervene
State to state trooping, how y'all hoopin', when yall ain't got no team
Whip the pot up, he leave no stain, like he Mr clean
Pop it for the pain, he want a name, we'll put it on the team
Waterfall, waterfall, she bring the rain, TLC
My bitch got a dragon on her side, like she Jane
Catch your man's, poppin' out
Leave a stain, now I got blood up on my rickies
Why these niggas think it's tricky
Leave it empty like it's tank
Passin' bitches ain't a thing to me
Like, come on
Like, come on
Like, come on
Ayy, ayy
Come on
Soul control, we sent too many home, they thinkin' we the reaper
Look me in my eyes and see the tries, that I'ma be a keeper
Bust down audamar shi want my time, but I can't really see it
Niner on that line, we leave him sittin' like he on that bleacher
Where that one, nigga
On that block, we tryin' to spend again
Heard you got that low well do somethin' with it
We ain't fearin' shit
Lil cuddy out the way, he f*ck with gang, that chopper fit him in
My bitch go ape shit when I ain't divin' in
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Like, come on
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
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Writer: amarion torrence
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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