(94 Fatso)
Yea
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Young Fatso
Aye Young Fatso

(94 Fatso)
Got that fire in a spaceship
Ridin in the cedes
Totin on 30
This ain’t no 380
Ridin so dirty
Somebody gotta tame me
Say she want my baby, that hoe entertainin
Ridin thru space like an aliennnn
Slidin from the cops, spontaneous
No faces, no cases
I’m a 94 suburb baby
Yea

(94 Fatso)
Ian tryna flex but in stuntin on yo ex
Stickin up the plug
Yea I’m runnin up a check
That lil hoe know I’m a thug, no
Ian with that fuck shit
Meet me in the kitchen, tryna get hit with that drumstick
Listen ion give a fuck of you gon ride
I got shooters that gon shoot for me
Round here we bustin irons
Bitch it’s 94
We TDG
We takin down yo mind
Demon seamen, smokin with them demons in that fie
Livin in that drought
Got it tatted on me
Livin in that Dirty South
Ain’t worried bout a opp
You heard this Glock hold 50 rounds
Swervin down that block where they put youngins in the ground oh yea
TDG we takin n***as down on ya
Rollin up, we breakin n***as down on yea
You don’t even know when we around oh yea
Paper planes then roll them windows down on ya

N***a I’m just paper chasin, lookin for a chance to eat
And listen to these n***as tryna knock me off my feet
A lot of people tell me just what they want me to be
But ion give a fuck bout what you want me to be
Aye don’t show no disrespect, I bet that tech’ll put you sleep
Listen I be with them n***as that’ll be strapped down to the T
And you know I love to flex, so I be iced out to the T
Got a brand new Cuban link, spendin bands at the flee
(94 Fatso)
Got that fire in a spaceship
Ridin in the cedes
Totin on 30
This ain’t no 380
Ridin so dirty
Somebody gotta tame me
Say she want my baby, that hoe entertainin
Ridin thru space like an aliennnn
Slidin from the cops, spontaneous
No faces, no cases
I’m a 94 suburb baby
Yea