Fat Trel - SDMG lyrics

[Intro:] First I pop me a blicky I'm rolling with' nicki And I don't f** with no n***as that's why I roll with the semi Smoke my swishers with liquor, papi don't f** with the remi She fed papi in the audi he don't f** with the hemi [Hook:] I'm talking plenty s** d** money and guns If she let me f** tonight, I might make me a son Never satisfy that p**y, we f** b**hes for fun Then make her bring that p**y back like the first of the month [x2] [Verse 1 - Fat Trel:] Aye it's the first of the month, and fed papi his geetchie I got my forty on meatchi, window down so you see me Eatin' steak with the chicken, mixed with shrimp and linguine You under me and honestly, I see why you wanna be me But I can't fold for no old n***a, Papi pocket so bigga' Yo' girlfriend my gold digga, she say I hate my old n***a Take a flight, selling all white, no bag just big doe He low key, he way low, my sh** pop like crisco 30 shot clip that's drum roll, my fo' fifth say f** a ho Stadium I don't play with' dem', like true where f** my one's go Hoes on my mind, I f** hoes all the time, point my eye, at yo ho She gon' go, yo ho mine, I can't lie she on my mind, my dick leave

And yo' ho cry, and it may seem that I don't lie, but I do and I Don't know why, uh yeah, come with me on this plane way I forgot yo' name babe, she answer like cancer, my birthday On the same day, different body, same K but they say he died the same way All I know he's gone, tell the police leave me alone, they follow me to my home She swallow me till he gon', my price is cheap but if you like the sh** Everybody say I'm a sight to see, I just wanna get what's right for me p**y play I like to eat, love to smoke cause I like the weed Got yo' main b**h wanna dyke with me, DC on padlock Make a lot of money got mad guap, they see me on TV, me and SB we like madlock Stop the shop drop tan blocks, my next stop the sandlot, pick me up a duffel bag Then k** his man if the plans flop, stop the shop drop tan blocks, my next stop the sandlot, Pick me up a duffel bag, then k** his man if the plans flop (Like Bowww) [Hook] [Verse 2 - Fat Trel:] Cause I see rainbows, I see clouds I see kilo grams, I see a pound I want it all and I want it right now And the president himself couldn't make Me calm down [x2] (Fat Gleesh) [Intro] [Hook]