Mooch & Rob Gates – The Fet Factory Lyrics
Artist: Mooch & Rob Gates
Song: The Fet Factory
g#dd#mn
These places are rich out here, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
n#gg#, it’s the great, go and stand in line, n#gg#
Stay in the line, I ain’t got time for you n#gg#s today, man
Swear to God, yo, where my gun at, man?
Yeah, man (Yeah, man), yo-yo-yo-yo-yo
Make sure you hit that backdoor, n#gg#, you know the drill, man
Ayo, don’t mind for my sh#t one, three times, man, I hate that sh#t (Make sure that 〈.?.〉, word)
Worry of me, n#gg#
Yeah (Yah)
Big bundles of white, this sh#t chocolade (Yeah, n#gg#)
Shoulda put the gold in, tick it up in your pocket (Big Goose, n#gg#)
Word to Willy Wonka, my factory get it poppin’ (Bring, haha!)
This sh#t left for tappin’ (Haha!), we stretch it out for the profit (Yeah, n#gg#)
Won a couple packets, I blast you before you cop it (I might blast you, n#gg#, just cop, f#ck outta here, n#gg#)
Won a fresh piece, I pulled it off, then I chop it
Brandy with the whammy, I told her this candy toxic (This sh#t toxic!)
That b#tch turned blue as a berry with cherry stockings (Haha!)
Did a big bag, start flyin’ like Mary Poppins (Word though 〈.?.〉, n#gg#)
Her face turned cold but that fetti was from the trumpets (Yeah, n#gg#, this sh#t hot)
Dom Peri’, my sh#t legendary
He bought a gram with his daddy, that sh#t hereditary (Burnt that for the pops, n#gg#, adio’)
He bought a 〈.?.〉, homie, this sh#t necessary
He got marched to God before Febuary (That’s word of that, yo)
I let you tour the trap, you packed done already (Yeah)
n#gg#, we come first, never secondary, n#gg# (Ah!)
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Mooch & Rob Gates Lyrics – The Fet Factory
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Release Year: 2023