lirik lagu fsg rell – town talk
(verse 1: fsg rell)
fsg you know the name gotta represent for my f~cking gang
in a foreign with 10k and a pound on me still switching lanes
smoking loud toting h~ll of guns screaming f~ck the law that’s on everything
you a rap n~gga, i’m a trap n~gga, don’t compare us p~ssy we are not the same
if you don’t f~ck with me and i don’t f~ck with you, don’t hit me up you just acting fake
jealous n~ggas talk behind my back, when i see y’all p~ssies say it to my face
tell my lil bro all the time, don’t you ever give up no f~cking tape
and if you catch a body and they catch on, you got one option, do the race
nightmare when my glock out, whеn i dump this nine better watch out
rеal talk i don’t need a stick, any one of y’all can get knocked out
my n~gga ohso tear you limb from limb
n~ggas mad at me cause i took they b~tch
recognize it, i been stamped, been doing me since i took a risk
all my n~ggas coming off the hip
we turnt up, we just found a l!ck
miracle how i’m making magic, got 32 that i’m about to whip
everybody know i got moves aye
everybody kno i got moves aye
everybody kno i got moves aye
everybody kno i got moves chea
ain’t no telling what i’m gone finesse
robbed the crib need a new connect
lil buddy p~ssy so trash, but her head good so i need the neck
swear to god don’t play wit me, gotta hundred shooters they spray for me
cross that line, ain’t no coming back, there’s nothing else you can say to me
got my young buhl she a ride or die, she on go, she rock and roll
pray for n~ggas that test me cause the mazzis with me really f~cking throwed
you’s a b~tch i can’t be around you cause the rumor is that you f~cking told
n~gga i got secrets from the 3rd grade to this d~mn day ain’t never told a soul
(verse 2: tre savage)
they call me a savage they know that i’m with the sh~t
grab a whole pound and i flip that sh~t
n~ggas be missing
and b~tches be all on my d~ck and sh~t
she suck my d~ck and you kissing her d~mn
can’t wear that sh~t if it’s regular d~mn
i f~ck yo b~tch on the regular d~mn
f~ck a 9~5 i don’t got not time i’m getting paid off this cellular d~mn
when i was broke i was bagging up eighths, i had to get to a check
now i got the work out like i’m lifting weights and i got my foot on they neck
i’m in the trap, i gotta profit
y’all n~ggas frauds and y’all gotta stop it
don’t feel ya vibe so you better fall back
we sending shots my n~ggas ain’t boxing
everyday i’m surrounded by shooters
f~ck making tweets we don’t beef with computers
all of my n~ggas be packing like movers
4 pounds tre pounds glocks and rugers
not tryna pop
just want the top
come on lil hoe is you sucking or not
i got the xans, i got the lean
30 clip on me get knocked off ya feet
all of my n~ggas get paper like printers
all of my n~ggas we ball at the mall
all of y’all n~ggas is broke and y’all bums
all of these rappers is motherf~cking frauds
getting this money like i got a deal
i’m never hiding i stay in the field
cracking them seals
sipping the act and popping them pills
yeah
selling them o’s
f~cking these hoes
passing these b~tches to all of my bro’s
rocking these shows
getting this dough
yeah
that’s all that i know
selling these o’s
f~cking these hoes
passing these b~tches to all of my bro’s
rocking them shows
getting this dough
yeah
that’s all that i know
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- lirik lagu dina – retrato
- lirik lagu the bob gordons – medication
- lirik lagu iggy pop – i got nothin’
- lirik lagu j excel – dumb
- lirik lagu nandy – na nusu
- lirik lagu ugolino – i pagani
- lirik lagu chino wawa – keys to your heart
- lirik lagu nicolas mateo – el anzuelo
- lirik lagu umru – popular