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"SDMG" lyrics by FAT TREL
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"SDMG"


[Intro:]
First I pop me a blicky
I'm rolling with' nicki
And I don't fuck with no niggas that's why I roll with the semi
Smoke my swishers with liquor, papi don't fuck with the remi
She fed papi in the audi he don't fuck with the hemi

[Hook:]
I'm talking plenty sex drugs money and guns
If she let me fuck tonight, I might make me a son
Never satisfy that pussy, we fuck bitches for fun
Then make her bring that pussy back like the first of the month [x2]

[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Aye it's the first of the month, and fed papi his geetchie
I got my forty on meatchi, window down so you see me
Eatin' steak with the chicken, mixed with shrimp and linguine
You under me and honestly, I see why you wanna be me
But I can't fold for no old nigga, Papi pocket so bigga'
Yo' girlfriend my gold digga, she say I hate my old nigga
Take a flight, selling all white, no bag just big doe
He low key, he way low, my shit pop like crisco
30 shot clip that's drum roll, my fo' fifth say fuck a ho
Stadium I don't play with' dem', like true where fuck my one's go
Hoes on my mind, I fuck hoes all the time, point my eye, at yo ho
She gon' go, yo ho mine, I can't lie she on my mind, my dick leave
And yo' ho cry, and it may seem that I don't lie, but I do and I
Don't know why, uh yeah, come with me on this plane way
I forgot yo' name babe, she answer like cancer, my birthday
On the same day, different body, same K but they say he died the same way
All I know he's gone, tell the police leave me alone, they follow me to my home
She swallow me till he gon', my price is cheap but if you like the shit
Everybody say I'm a sight to see, I just wanna get what's right for me
Pussy play I like to eat, love to smoke cause I like the weed
Got yo' main bitch wanna dyke with me, DC on padlock
Make a lot of money got mad guap, they see me on TV, me and SB we like madlock
Stop the shop drop tan blocks, my next stop the sandlot, pick me up a duffel bag
Then kill his man if the plans flop, stop the shop drop tan blocks, my next stop the sandlot,
Pick me up a duffel bag, then kill his man if the plans flop (Like Bowww)

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
Cause I see rainbows, I see clouds
I see kilo grams, I see a pound
I want it all and I want it right now
And the president himself couldn't make
Me calm down [x2] (Fat Gleesh)

[Intro]

[Hook]

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