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Artiste : Brockhampton
Titre : FMG
[Kevin Abstract]
Was at the cookout with my other, other, other man, mm
That done got me into some motherfucking trouble, man, uh

Texas boy the way I love it, love it, love it, man, mm
All these new niggas they stealin´, but it don´t hit the same, uh
Feel it in your veins, uh, nigga, I love my gang, mm
That´s why I fuck my gang, mm, why I fuck my gang, uh
Ain´t no play today, these ain´t just 808s, uh
This a murder case, uh, this a murder case, uh
Ain´t no pushin´ me, uh, uh, I change your head into Caesar
Ain´t no hit on me, uh, uh, if that boy ain´t seen it
He lucky that nigga still breathin´, I don´t know what y´all seein´
Take my shirt off, run off, then I swallow that nigga´s semen

[Dom McLennon]
Uh, done being humble, so I had to flex
Way that I rack up my bands, make ´em sweat
Forty acres and a mule on my neck
Better to talk to me with some respect
Heard they ain´t make it, I couldn´t have guessed
I´ll cut the RAM, my connects, they invest
And I´m chiefing the keef of a pound of the best
Doin´ it right take a couple attempts
Had to keep climbing and catch the ascent
Made it look casual ´cause I´m the best
Studio gallery over our wrists
Hold on, exactly what do you suggest?
Where I´m aiming, ain´t no use to a vest
When I´m on ten, I get cream
But the scene that I leave is grotesque, it´s a finesse, yes

[Matt Champion]
Way she throwin´ it so fast, you´d think she need some Tommy John
Surgery, nurse gon´ pass me over, give me that scalpel please
Diggin´ through this shit like it was ´06, Poké things
Green Lamborghin´ look like Bulbasaur and his dad (Wow)
Catch ´em all, uh, bubblegum ain´t allowed, uh
Sittin´ up on that terrace, drinking red wine with cantaloupe
Thousand-dollar phone, what the hell can´t answer for?
I can´t see the haters, man, uh, Harry Potter cloak
Let the shit rock, we comin´ like a landslide

They don´t call me up, they hit the cell, don´t hit the landline
Feet up, sippin´ hibiscus, ow, I burned my damn tongue
Sea salt on that cookie plate, I call that Atlantic crumbs, uh
She from Idaho, her friends call her tater thot, huh
She from outta town, she never seen the ocean, wow, huh
She asked me what´s my favorite place to spend a lot? Uh
That depends like an eight-door bible box