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FAT TREL lyrics : "Zonin"

Rolling out weed, smoking my smoke
Big 4 o, swear by the tone
Roll with your (*##$, smoke with my click

She all in my dick, I know I'm the %#@!
They call me Fat Trel, skip over the chel
Mother$#&@ the shell, I just paid the bail

I just paid the bomb, I just paid your mom
I just paid for 5 arms, to spray up the prom
How I get there

Living how it's written
Lovely how I spit it,
Money never trick it, (*##$es always good there

#~!!@ never split there
I get with that
See you when I miss it

And I love to twerk, smoke a lot of perk
All my (*##$es, all my (*##$es love to work
Perfect, perfect, $#&@ing nurses

You worthless, I'm walking shirtless
With the 30 on me, got my 30 on me
You don't want it homie

Got my 30 on me, and I'm leo high
G stop fly, call me fat ? fat popeye
Call me Fat Trel, skip over the jail

$#&@ the cell, just count the mill
Just pay the bail,
Dolo what you know, 40 night, good weed, backward smoke

Gucci molly momy, she $#&@ing ucci
She $#&@ing trel, we eating sushi
I'm eating cucci, ..shell trife

Me I need your wife
And I need her tonight, I need her with ice
And rose, and Bombay, gin

And watch me gets it in
For he know my man, no he not my friend
For ? me, that's the sp

Car shade, it's the st
Rolling round with ? got a ruger, ?look like a mula
We don't want work, we don't want problems

We just want the perk, I just want your (*##$
Let me $#&@ the?$#&@ me like she love me
Although I'm ugly, although I'm dirty

Still walk with 30's
Still smoking ounces, I'm with the mountains
I'm with the trees, give her what she needs

She say she needs me, that's factly
She say she needs weed, with no seeds
She say she needs sprite, she need lean

She say she needs mollies, she need beans
She say she needs a drink, she need a team
She say she needs some shows, she needs some shirts

She say she needs some clothes, she need a hearse
Cause I kill, murk, and I'm smoking purp
Room still alert, ?still twerked

Call them bad $$#, or call them grams
Watch I feed?look off for your mother
Lie to your brother, ?make them understand

Walking with the grudge, walking with the 40
And I'm walking with the mug
Walking round drugs, through the corpse

It's real life, $#&@ what you thought
It's fat trel, ? we in the street
Hey ? we at your speed

Do what we want, $#&@ who we want
Say what we want, smoke what we want
Drink what we want

Blink if you want you gonna die
My ^!$$%s can ride
Ya homicide make my true side

When are you gonna realize
That Fat Trel certified, that's why my twitter verified
I never lie, I never play, all I did was fry

See you in the team, but I'm the coach
I call the plays, I set the course
I make the dough, I smoke the smoke

I'm drinking drink, I love to twerk
So $#&@ your main, my weapon clean
It's not mine it came from 45
..and you know I roll, smoking on some scorch %#@!
?and her skin soft, ?and you know I stroke, stroke

And she let me poke
And the beat gone, but the beat not open.

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