State lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Intro]
Lex Luger

[Verse: Ricky]
Motherf*cker my Vic hold weight
My b*tches bring pounds all across that state
Motherf*cker my di*k hold weight
My b*tches talk about it all across that state
b*tch, I be all in her face
Had a good lawyer on it when I caught that case
b*tch, you been wanting a taste
Just a little of beige
Will get you numb in your face
Yeah, I'm on that lean with the haze
And I ain't f*cking a b*tch unless she sit on my face
Uh, they think they like me Trel, but, they in a phase
I don't feel my face

[Chorus: Fat Trel]
I say, motherf*cker my di*k hold weight
My b*tch moving pounds all around that state
Couple K shut it down knock your friend outta play
CT to DC what the f*ck they gotta say? I'm rich
I'm the sh*t, I got 3 hunna pretty b*tches on my di*k
f*ck a club its in my house is where you is
In my bed she let me hit
[Verse 2: Fat Trel]
She give me head til I'm head
Bumping Juicy J motherf*ck the feds
I got a call, code red
I hear my dawg he said f*ck 'em leave 'em dead (bow bow)
Now I'm world wide, killers outside
Police stay behind me I be where irons be
All my b*tches counterfeit
She bust a lick, she sucking di*k
She doing head and she don't care
Plus she get that welfare
I just seen the feds there
She say I don't live that
They thought I was f*cking her
Like why the f*ck your kids there?
b*tch I'm pitching everywhere
Ricky Hil everywhere
Summer time California I feel I'm a billionaire
Murder wrong, money fair
Reach your dead and kill you there
Puffing tree like f*ck with me
I know you mad I feel you there
Seen the scale whipped a [?]
My shooter a millionaire
f*ck we good suck it good
Lightskin, long hair
[Chorus]
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