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Hugo Fuego

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They talking this
Talking that
I Ain't hiding
You know where I'm at
Big Fuego
In a whole 'nother lane
I don't do what you do
We are not the same
I had to stack by any means
The butter the dickies filled with cocaine
You start with lil change
And the bread keep flipping till colors change
This for my niggas in the trap
Gotta play for the breeech
You could run it like a meet

Baby I don't play with breeech
Found a 100 Yea bae you could keep
Janitorial I got the keys
Hit a 100 when I'm in the V
That Zaa it's on me, It reek
I got guns they all in crib
Gotta few in the cabinets and under the sink
I gotta mosberg knock down a whole bear It stand by the mink
Boy you don't want no problems with me
Fuego flame like 100 degrees
Fazos Clean you don't see no crease
Every beat it's getting deceased
I see the facade
She lie to my eye
Had surgery on her physique
Well baby you know what it's cool
That pussy still wet
And It drip like a pool
Baby I'm back on my groove
I'm formulating these moves
I'm in my bicky my burkin
They see a nigga up and it's hurting
If you ain't hop a drill you a virgin
I'mma keep my chain out on purpose
Cause my bro got a rocket the size like Zion
Baby I'm stacking that Munyon
I'm hitting the dash in something that's foreign
I'm never home like I'm touring
I told her to stay where you at
You annoying
I kick her to the crib
If shawty too boring
I get me bag now we got motion
Real Niggas gonna last
And that f*ck shit over
Gotta watch these niggas they'll f*ck you over

See They talking this
Talking that
I Ain't hiding
Cause You know where I'm at
Big Fuego
In a whole 'nother lane
I don't do what you do
Cause We ain't the same
I had to stack by any means
The butter the dickies filled with cocaine
You start with lil change
And the bread keep flipping till colors change
This for my niggas in the trap
Gotta play for breeech
You could run it like a meet

If it was up to me
We all would eat
Just pull up to the potluck
See me and bro locked in
We coming together like a stitch from the doctor
If I got it then he ain't gotta worry
You know that I break off my patna
Look I ain't here for no drama
I'm just tryna get more commas
Whole lotta animals in crib
Got bulldogs gotta few llamas
Pop stars Rick James and Madonna
That cash and yea I get a lotta
It won't take me nothin to get lined up
Send a text to my shooter say barber
Should of believed and now he a martyr
With my day ones I remember the start up
Remember that night that I took them looses
I watched them put my brother in a coffin
Ion care what happen who caused it
We pulling up no talking
Them hollows in his belly make him nauseous
It's Fuego, the bag I get Often

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