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Tha Baby - Fed Up (feat. Gritt) Lyrics



Tha Baby - Fed Up (feat. Gritt) Lyrics
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Counting so much chicken make my hands hurt
I'm fed up
I was in the trenches serving biscuits
I put in leg work
Got it on my own, don't need a soul
I had to man up
Boy stop playing wit your life, go get yo bands up
Young Nigga world
Supply them all, don't hand to hand none
Baby I'm gritt, I'll treat you better than your man does
All money in, invest in yoself & watch the bands come
I done took some risks for this shit & got my bands up
F*ckin IG models with 3k followers
What they want with me?
We outside everyday of the week
How you want smoke wit me?
I got PTSD, better watch how you approaching me
Take her out the country to Dubai, we sleeping luxury
Somebody tell these niggas cut it out, cause they can't f*ck with me
Take her to Bellagio, you take her to the double tree
Just know he having motion, if you see that nigga run with me
I got switches, 556's, 762's
They gon run from me
Running to the bank to get some money, the check my best friend
I'm destined
If you see us out you know we stepping, with weapons
Ima front em all & collect extras
Been on the road for so long
I'm so fed up
Never been a bummy nigga, always had my bread up
Ain't been home in a couple days, I probably got her fed up
Niggas act like bitches, they just need to get they nails done
Get back for yo brodie, if mine go
Then bitch it's red rum
Ima go bend all the blocks, keep going till the sun come
Let a nigga touch Gritt, ima spin until I catch one
Young rich nigga, get more money than yo last one
This car don't got a key, it's push to start
Duh it's the fast one
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Counting so much chicken make my hands hurt
I'm fed up
I was in the trenches serving biscuits
I put in leg work
Got it on my own, don't need a soul
I had to man up
Boy stop playing wit your life, go get yo bands up
Young Nigga world
Supply them all, don't hand to hand none
Baby I'm gritt, I'll treat you better than your man does
All money in, invest in yoself & watch the bands come
I done took some risks for this shit & got my bands up
F*ckin IG models with 3k followers
What they want with me?
We outside everyday of the week
How you want smoke wit me?
I got PTSD, better watch how you approaching me
Take her out the country to Dubai, we sleeping luxury
Somebody tell these niggas cut it out, cause they can't f*ck with me
Take her to Bellagio, you take her to the double tree
Just know he having motion, if you see that nigga run with me
I got switches, 556's, 762's
They gon run from me
Running to the bank to get some money, the check my best friend
I'm destined
If you see us out you know we stepping, with weapons
Ima front em all & collect extras
Been on the road for so long
I'm so fed up
Never been a bummy nigga, always had my bread up
Ain't been home in a couple days, I probably got her fed up
Niggas act like bitches, they just need to get they nails done
Get back for yo brodie, if mine go
Then bitch it's red rum
Ima go bend all the blocks, keep going till the sun come
Let a nigga touch Gritt, ima spin until I catch one
Young rich nigga, get more money than yo last one
This car don't got a key, it's push to start
Duh it's the fast one
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Writer: Julian Campbell, Kaylin Johnson, Tape Kid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: Tha Baby
Language: English
Length: 1:54
Written by: Julian Campbell, Kaylin Johnson, Tape Kid

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