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Matthew Peterson - F.Y.T. Lyrics



Matthew Peterson - F.Y.T. Lyrics




Is this that New Movement?
(Ya tu sabes)
Say you got a plug, tell me how you what
Yeah I know whats up, come on
I be in the buff, I be moving stuff
I don't give a f*ck, come on
She think I'm a thug, cuz I be in the cut
Like I don't give a f*ck, come
Never on the run, always getting getting funds
What the f*ck you thought, come on
But I still get money though
What the f*ck you thought, come on
What the f*ck you thought?
What the f*ck you thought, come on)
But I still get money though
What the f*ck you thought, come on
What the f*ck you thought?
What the f*ck you thought, come on
So you looking for the plug?
Yo I make it do what it does
Loyalty deeper than the blood
Got it out the mud
Had to get me some
Even kept the crumbs
Left me for dead, never fled on the run
Tears from the bread that I shed, I was young
It was heavy on my heart, felt the weight like a ton
Cuz they call it sudden death around the place where I'm from
Yeah, and they wonder why
I got to get the money, f*ck it I could sell fire in the summer time
And the snow time funny cuz they know I got a pocket full of sunshine
You get blessed when you see me
They pull up like beep, beep
So happy to se me
Just wait for your freebie
Say you got a plug, tell me how you what
Yeah I know whats up, come on
I be in the buff, I be moving stuff
I don't give a f*ck, come on
She think I'm a thug, cuz I be in the cut
Like I don't give a f*ck, come
Never on the run, always getting getting funds
What the f*ck you thought, come on
Say you got a plug, tell me how you what
Yeah I know whats up, come on
I be in the buff, I be moving stuff
I don't give a f*ck, come on
She think I'm a thug, cuz I be in the cut
Like I don't give a f*ck, come
Never on the run, always getting getting funds
What the f*ck you thought, come on
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Is this that New Movement?
(Ya tu sabes)
Say you got a plug, tell me how you what
Yeah I know whats up, come on
I be in the buff, I be moving stuff
I don't give a f*ck, come on
She think I'm a thug, cuz I be in the cut
Like I don't give a f*ck, come
Never on the run, always getting getting funds
What the f*ck you thought, come on
But I still get money though
What the f*ck you thought, come on
What the f*ck you thought?
What the f*ck you thought, come on)
But I still get money though
What the f*ck you thought, come on
What the f*ck you thought?
What the f*ck you thought, come on
So you looking for the plug?
Yo I make it do what it does
Loyalty deeper than the blood
Got it out the mud
Had to get me some
Even kept the crumbs
Left me for dead, never fled on the run
Tears from the bread that I shed, I was young
It was heavy on my heart, felt the weight like a ton
Cuz they call it sudden death around the place where I'm from
Yeah, and they wonder why
I got to get the money, f*ck it I could sell fire in the summer time
And the snow time funny cuz they know I got a pocket full of sunshine
You get blessed when you see me
They pull up like beep, beep
So happy to se me
Just wait for your freebie
Say you got a plug, tell me how you what
Yeah I know whats up, come on
I be in the buff, I be moving stuff
I don't give a f*ck, come on
She think I'm a thug, cuz I be in the cut
Like I don't give a f*ck, come
Never on the run, always getting getting funds
What the f*ck you thought, come on
Say you got a plug, tell me how you what
Yeah I know whats up, come on
I be in the buff, I be moving stuff
I don't give a f*ck, come on
She think I'm a thug, cuz I be in the cut
Like I don't give a f*ck, come
Never on the run, always getting getting funds
What the f*ck you thought, come on
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Writer: Matthew Peterson
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