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FAT TREL FEAT CHIEF KEEF lyrics : "Fuck The Fedz"

[Hook: Fat Trel]

I say I woke up in the mornin'

And I gave my (*##$ 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

I got lots of bread

Last time she seen me

I was duckin' feds
Told that (*##$ to hide me
I know that (*##$ was scared

Money in my bed
Mother$#&@ the feds
Mother$#&@ the feds

Mother$#&@ the feds

[Verse 1: Chief Keef]


Mother$#&@ the feds
I can't get locked up again

But if I got it in my hands
Click clack then I'm sprayin'
Make sure that I leave you layin'

Then shoot up your mans
Hundred grand in my pants
Don't reach for it again

Know I'mma shoot off your hands
!@%*ty Boyz I be with them
I be gettin' on features with them

I be totin' heat with them
Then sit down and feast with them
Them bullets I leave in him

If he say that he blowin' glizzy's
I know that he friends with them
(*##$

!@%*ty Boyz and Glory Boyz
That's D.C. to Trillinois
We ain't talkin' %#@!

We kill them boys
@@#!in' guns back
Then drillin' boys

You ain't killin' boys
You killin' noise
Straight head shots

We kill them boys
Wanna get in touch
Bullets fill them boys

Smokin' loud packs
Can't hear them boys
I wake up gettin' head

TEC live under my bed
Hundred rounds double tread
I leave a ^!$$% dead

If he $#&@in' with my bread
And on my daughter head
I ain't never talked to feds

Put that on my mans

[Hook: Fat Trel]


[Verse 2: Fat Trel]


!@%*ty Boyz and GBE we runnin' duckin' feds
I got 30 in my pocket I probably pop at ya head doe
Yeah ho keep some stripper (*##$es in my bed doe

Crazy thing about this life is that I should be dead doe
But $#&@ it doe
I ain't never scared (*##$ we up now

When you get high with GBE it be no comin' down
I make your (*##$ eat my (*##$ #~!!@ cause I run %#@!
Just look who I'm runnin' with

A hundred clip 3hunna %#@!
Fat Gleesh I keep heat and I pray you stay away
I'm in SouthEast on the couch asleep or I might be on South Beach
Either way countin' plenty cake
Steak and shrimp on my dinner plate

Rental whip just to get away
Start late finish late
But $#&@ that I'm success
And I'm upset cause you suspect
You got rich got locked up

Went bankrupt what's next
I know where I go get strapped up in that Tahoe
Meet me on P Street in AG I'm Pablo

[Hook: Fat Trel]

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