"Filet Mignon" lyrics

"Filet Mignon"

(I-I-I love you Jae)
You already know who it is, man
It's DJ Phat, flyest fat nigga you know
You ugly niggas is never competition, you dig?
(Four3va the fuckin' GOAT, nigga)

Try this shit, shot that boy with that fire, now that nigga can't breathe
Pussy nigga said he OSO, nigga, you a wannabe me
Hell yeah, I'm goin' global and these pussy niggas stuck up and they freeze
Baby girl, we can do whatever that you please
I told my Whoa, "Just take whatever that you need"
Me and the Band Gang did a kick door, so we can eat
I'm mob but I don't [?] no [?]
She a slut and I nut on her face like a freak
Ten letter shit, we comin' thirty deep
We paint the picture, I ain't never been cheap
Got these rubber bands, made these racks 3D
I miss Baby EBG and King 30
You a fake gangsta and I already peeped
Don't got a tint, but then we take that boy Jeep
When the Whoa push up, they push up, they creep
Shoot that fuck nigga, threw that Glock in the creek
I don't duck smoke, pussy, I love beef
Call him duck sauce, we eat his face like Chinese
We dont Roughouse, we pull them Glocks out on the street
I'm tough with the rap shit, now she wanna fuck on a GF, nigga
76 mob shit, I be with some killers
Free JuGliz, that just hurt my feelings
And free Capolow, and [?] we act like villains
Free twin, when I cop litty, beat that boy ass, popped him off, he silly
Took him on that ride, told him he better feel it
Shawty, you better chill, bitch, I'm with the fellas
Brother only thirteen, he not no felon
I feel uncomfortable with you knowin' where I live, where I lay my head
If it's that shit, bitch, I can get you dead
Don't make me push the button, shawty, that's a code red
On BL, we ain't stuntin' nothin' that he said
Off these Xans, tryna keep a level head
Ain't soft, baby bitch, but I need that devil head
If it's that, nigga, I can get yo' ass gone
I don't internet beef, pussy, I don't pick up no phone
Catch yo' ass in Georgia, then put one in yo' dome
Kilo knocked a nigga out, now he got yo' phone
Hawkin' an opp nigga on they block, nigga, with a drone
I pour the Wock' in the damn soda with a damn cone
Nigga whole gang get ate, call them boys Filet Mignon
Baby Life 'til I die, I'm never gon' feel grown
Put that dick in her stomach, watch that lil' bitch moan
If I don't get no head, best believe I'm blowed
Put one in the head, promise I'm gon blow
Before I'm locked up I throw up off Tito's
Two Glocks on a pussy nigga, I need those (C'mere)

(Damn, DJ Phat, you too fly)
(DJ Phat, aw, man!)
(D-D-D-DJ Phat)
(And you now rocking with DJ PHAT, nigga, turn up!)


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