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FatBoy Records - 1:28 AM Freestyle Lyrics



FatBoy Records - 1:28 AM Freestyle Lyrics
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Why they say I don't act like I used to?
New track made hundred bought a new coupe
Counting blues just to brighten up my mood
Hella formal nigga buy me a new suit
New whip don't drive control the cruise
Like I'm Charlie all fire in the booth
Wicked bitch why she riding on a broom?
Your bitch listen to our music with a groove
Sack him every play call me San Jose
Fresh tapers nigga I don't get no fade
Gonna ball inside Miami, Dwayne Wade
Bro smoking fake shit saying he baked
I don't like this bitch, had to request a trade
Tryna leave but the hoe made me stay
Moving up bro now we getting paid
Scored a 1000 on my test getting good grades
Niggas scared to talk to hoes that shit worry me
Call the hoes CP3, never got a ring
Hit a 450 bomb with this swing
This shit too easy I don't need a team
I know it hurt when a bitch said you just friends
Broke nigga turned a 50 into 10ths
All these blues been calming down my stress
Pushing heavy ass weight off my chest
Weird niggas tryna be cool so they press
Change the weather call me Benny and the jets
Already know I'm gonna win placing bets
I'm just chillin bro gonna wear some sweats
If you're broke put you hand down no handouts
It's alright told him bro you gotta stand down
Bro said what's up nigga bring a band out
Took his bitch and I took her to the penthouse
You tryna win but you didn't make tryouts
New track you already know I gotta ball out
Hellcat whining that shit on a new route
Gonna buy a big ass crib with a guest house
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Why they say I don't act like I used to?
New track made hundred bought a new coupe
Counting blues just to brighten up my mood
Hella formal nigga buy me a new suit
New whip don't drive control the cruise
Like I'm Charlie all fire in the booth
Wicked bitch why she riding on a broom?
Your bitch listen to our music with a groove
Sack him every play call me San Jose
Fresh tapers nigga I don't get no fade
Gonna ball inside Miami, Dwayne Wade
Bro smoking fake shit saying he baked
I don't like this bitch, had to request a trade
Tryna leave but the hoe made me stay
Moving up bro now we getting paid
Scored a 1000 on my test getting good grades
Niggas scared to talk to hoes that shit worry me
Call the hoes CP3, never got a ring
Hit a 450 bomb with this swing
This shit too easy I don't need a team
I know it hurt when a bitch said you just friends
Broke nigga turned a 50 into 10ths
All these blues been calming down my stress
Pushing heavy ass weight off my chest
Weird niggas tryna be cool so they press
Change the weather call me Benny and the jets
Already know I'm gonna win placing bets
I'm just chillin bro gonna wear some sweats
If you're broke put you hand down no handouts
It's alright told him bro you gotta stand down
Bro said what's up nigga bring a band out
Took his bitch and I took her to the penthouse
You tryna win but you didn't make tryouts
New track you already know I gotta ball out
Hellcat whining that shit on a new route
Gonna buy a big ass crib with a guest house
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Writer: Joshua Ayala
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Performed By: FatBoy Records
Language: English
Length: 1:50
Written by: Joshua Ayala

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