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Facts C-Mix Video (MV)




Performed By: Almighty Carl
Language: English
Length: 2:34
Written by: Carl Booker




Almighty Carl - Facts C-Mix Lyrics




Uh, Yeah
Almighty!
Yeah

Let me state a fact
Ain't gotta state no facts just check the stats
You see the facts
All my bitches out state cuz I don't love hoes from the nap
Hit the block when I was 15 Haitians taught me how to trap
I ain't gotta lie and try and act like Im something Im not

Niggas think they can hoe me you know I ain't going
Lil nigga you know this is not that
I don't f*cked up a bag so many times
You know they come right back
Jalen said rotate, Fresher than Colgate
Niggas got no say, Nigga get no pay
I'm counting up mo cake but I want no cake
Hoe I'm smart then bitch with this trap phone
Just got it in but it's back gone
Bitch we only f*cking keep yo shoes on
You niggas bitches, where's yo back bone?
So you toting pistols, where the poles go?
She ride the dick like a po-go
Ion think I'm better, bitch I know so
Me and bro in a 2 seat Pontiac gt, you know we on go mode
I be stacking the cash, I be racking it fast
I be dipping and dapping, Im dripping in fashion
That weed got me lagging, I'm team never lacking
The full medal jacket put niggas in caskets
These niggas be capping and ducking the action
I'm smoking exotic and this shit is extravagant
It ain't no cap in my rap I be having it
When the 40 cock back it's gone noodle shit
YNP bitch you know that we too legit
If you count me out you then you can't for shit
I was trash at math but count the money quick
I would splurge in the mall for the f*ck of it
Watch I run it up and run it up again
I swear Ben Frank is my best friend
Him and his dead friend presidents

Let me state a fact
Ain't gotta state no facts just check the stats
You see the facts
All my bitches out state cuz I don't love hoes from the nap
Hit the block when I was 15 Haitians taught me how to trap
I ain't gotta lie and try and act like Im something Im not

Huh
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Gang shit, Never on that lame shit (Almighty)
If you run up on lil Ishy I'ma have to bang shit (2100)
I just got me a new Glock, you can't speak my laguage
Niggas gonna make this shit understand
He tried to
He tried it (Yeah)
He tried it
He tried it
Come here come here
Oh f*ck, damn I think we just did it again huh
I just shot you in the back you know
Facts, Facts
And it's the real facts nigga
The f*ck?
Nigga I'm spitting real facts
F*ck your fake facts nigga
Get with it
(Shout out Jay)
Almighty!
Shout out Jaythesaiyan, you already know man
Whole YNP nigga (Ayo, Jay been going crazy!)
Gang! Gang!
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English

Uh, Yeah
Almighty!
Yeah

Let me state a fact
Ain't gotta state no facts just check the stats
You see the facts
All my bitches out state cuz I don't love hoes from the nap
Hit the block when I was 15 Haitians taught me how to trap
I ain't gotta lie and try and act like Im something Im not

Niggas think they can hoe me you know I ain't going
Lil nigga you know this is not that
I don't f*cked up a bag so many times
You know they come right back
Jalen said rotate, Fresher than Colgate
Niggas got no say, Nigga get no pay
I'm counting up mo cake but I want no cake
Hoe I'm smart then bitch with this trap phone
Just got it in but it's back gone
Bitch we only f*cking keep yo shoes on
You niggas bitches, where's yo back bone?
So you toting pistols, where the poles go?
She ride the dick like a po-go
Ion think I'm better, bitch I know so
Me and bro in a 2 seat Pontiac gt, you know we on go mode
I be stacking the cash, I be racking it fast
I be dipping and dapping, Im dripping in fashion
That weed got me lagging, I'm team never lacking
The full medal jacket put niggas in caskets
These niggas be capping and ducking the action
I'm smoking exotic and this shit is extravagant
It ain't no cap in my rap I be having it
When the 40 cock back it's gone noodle shit
YNP bitch you know that we too legit
If you count me out you then you can't for shit
I was trash at math but count the money quick
I would splurge in the mall for the f*ck of it
Watch I run it up and run it up again
I swear Ben Frank is my best friend
Him and his dead friend presidents

Let me state a fact
Ain't gotta state no facts just check the stats
You see the facts
All my bitches out state cuz I don't love hoes from the nap
Hit the block when I was 15 Haitians taught me how to trap
I ain't gotta lie and try and act like Im something Im not

Huh
Yeah
Yeah, Yeah
Gang shit, Never on that lame shit (Almighty)
If you run up on lil Ishy I'ma have to bang shit (2100)
I just got me a new Glock, you can't speak my laguage
Niggas gonna make this shit understand
He tried to
He tried it (Yeah)
He tried it
He tried it
Come here come here
Oh f*ck, damn I think we just did it again huh
I just shot you in the back you know
Facts, Facts
And it's the real facts nigga
The f*ck?
Nigga I'm spitting real facts
F*ck your fake facts nigga
Get with it
(Shout out Jay)
Almighty!
Shout out Jaythesaiyan, you already know man
Whole YNP nigga (Ayo, Jay been going crazy!)
Gang! Gang!
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Writer: Carl Booker
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