Fat Trel - Fukkk Da Feds lyrics

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I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my bitch some head

Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread

Money in my bed, I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!

Last time she's seeing me I was ducking fast

Told that bitch to hide me, I know that bitch was scared!

Money in my bed, bed, mother fucker feds

Mother fucker feds!

Mother fucker feds I can get locked up again

But if I got it in my hands click clack, then I'm..

Make sure that I leave you...that shoot up your men

Hundred grands in my pants, don't reach for it again

No, I'mma shoot off your hands, slutty boys I'll be with them!

I'll be getting no fish with them, I'll be talking... with them

you say daddy blowing... cause I know daddy freeze with them

Bitch, slutty boys, and glory boys, that's DC to

Wanna talk shit, we kill 'em boys

Carry guns back to... boys

We kill them boys, you kill them..

Straight head shot, we kill 'em boys

Wanna get in touch, but it's Philly boys

Smoking loud... I can't hear 'em boys!

I wake up giving head to live under my bed

Running rounds, double.. I'll leave a nigger dead!

If you're fucking with my bred, and on my daughter here

I never talk to feds, put them on my... bitch!

Chorus:

I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my bitch some head

Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread

Money in my bed, I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!

Last time she's seeing me I was ducking fast

Told that bitch to hide me, I know that bitch was scared!

Money in my bed, bed, mother fucker feds

Mother fucker feds!

Say slutty boys and GBE I'm running ducking feds

I got thirty in my pocket, I'll probably pop at your head, though!

Yeah, hoe! Get some stripping bitches in my bed, though

Crazy thing about this life is dead, I should be dead though!

But fuck off, I ain't never scared bitch, I'm up now

When you get high with GBE it will be no calm down

I make your bitch eat my bitch pussy cause I run shit

Just look who I'm running with, a hundred click, three hundred shit

Fat ..I come here and I pray you stay away

I'm on South East, on a couch sleep

where I might be on South Beach

Either way count plenty cake.. on my dinner plate

..just to get away, start late, finish late

But fuck that, I'm success and I'm upset cause you suspect!

You got rich, got locked up when bankrupt, what's next?

I know where I go, get strapped up in that...

Meet me on... I'm Pablo!

Chorus:

I said I woke up in the morning and I gave my bitch some head

Then I count that bag, I got lots of bread

Money in my bed, I got lots of bread

I got lots of bread, bread, I got lots of bread!

Last time she's seeing me I was ducking fast

Told that bitch to hide me, I know that bitch was scared!

Money in my bed, bed, mother fucker feds

Mother fucker feds!