Here & There Lyrics – YTB Fatt

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Bought some Baccarat, sprayed the whole bottle in one day, had to hit the awards
She ain’t give me that pu*sy back then, I’ma hit her like she know it
Where I’m from, you don’t work that switch or scale, you gon’ be bored with some-
I ain’t gonna lie, I done did every-
I ain’t gonna lie, I done bought some switches
Bought some b!tches, ho took her from her ex-n!gga, now she don’t wanna leave me

I ain’t gonna do it no more, I turned my back, I seen the b!tch leave me
I can’t duck off and do s*it by myself, my smacker don’t wanna leave me
One-way flight with Spirit, booked National Alligator
Bad b!tch, Rolls truck, Maybachs all in my atmosphere
Forty-five, A$AP, rent a show, uh-huh, gimme that

Me love no ho, no sir, I don’t got feelings now
Foreign ratchet, here and there
Bought some syrup, here and there

Send a blitz here and there
Fu*k his b!tch here and there
Told y’all I can’t be fu*ked with, but I said it here and there
7414, I rep that s*it everywhere
All these hoes come and go
All these bows come and go
They laughed at me at my low
I finally got us in the door
I can’t never laugh at a n!gga who trying, some just that we want
My heart good, but I said, “Nah,” and he cried, sent his ass back home

I don’t know who raised these boys, I can’t never be what they were born to be
I don’t know who raised these boys, I can’t never sign to buy some cheese
I don’t know who raised these hoes, don’t ask me for my child, please
I really got some opps that’ll suck a d!ck if the judge let ’em free
Bought some b!tches here and there
Bought a bag here and there
Shoot that pistol here and there
Fu*k his sister here and there

Hang with killers here and there

Send the killers here and there
Cut the b!tch off here and there
Week later, pulling hair
Thanking God I did it, I come from where, n!gga, do or die
Pull up and put pistols on them n!ggas, fu*k all that working out
She get three thousand pounds before I let her fly or chirp ’em down
Asking me my type, I ain’t got no type, I like to fu*k around
Kelty bag , Birkin bag , Chanel bag , Prada bag

They done pissed me off, I’m in that other bag
Pop out on ’em, three M’s in a duffle bag , yeah
Big Glock 40 on me, everybody know that I run s*it
I don’t care how rich I got, I’ll still punch s*it
White toe, long hair, pretty face, whole ‘nother country
Had her, had her, had her, that’d be a long list
Lawyers paid, case dropped, murder gone, they had got the wrong n!gga
Chrome jeans, ERD, Louis Timbs, I don’t got no kicking

Stand up, gold ear, 90 baby earrings, four-fifty
Blue lights, can’t stop, body camera, catch a n!gga ho with me