lirik lagu metro zu – niggaz goin fed
[intro: ruben slikk, mr. b the poshstronaut, and lofty305]
(…b, b~tch, welcome to the kush~)
h~llo?
ay, what’s up y’all boys?
what’s up?
what y’all boys know about that onion or that white?
uh, nah buddy
i can get that?
nah, you can’t dawg, he dry
whatchu’ mean no?
dawg, he dry, i just told you f~ckboy!
aw, f~ck
p~ssy ass n~gga
okay, okay, okay, okay
i’ma holla at y’all boys though, alright? i’ma see y’all boys later, though
man, f~ck you
f~ck you, don’t call me no more, n~gga, you a snitch
alright, gotta go [?]
yo’ daddy’s a [?], n~gga, f~ck you
alright, peace
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ay, ay, ay, ay (fah~fah~fah~fah~bop~bop~bop)
ay, ay, ay, ay (fah~fah~fah~fah~bop~bop~bop)
ay, ay, ay, ay (fah~fah~fah~fah~bop~bop~bop)
ay, ay, ay (fah~fah~fah~fah~bop~bop~bop)
[chorus: lofty305]
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
[verse 1: lofty305]
i’m tired of the ratatouille ooey~gooey chumps
who he? snitch n~gga, b~tch n~gga, grow a p~ssy and some booty
scared of the jail cell so you might as well tell
boy, i see yo’ rat tail, to you i will not sell
echo on my nextel when i call your number
maybe you could catch me if i was a little dumber
real n~ggas over here catching [?] slumber
cutting n~ggas off like axe to a lumber
ratting~ass n~gga, i’ma call you winslow
we ain’t catdog, n~gga, we ain’t kinfolk
you was acting suspect straight from the intro
calling ’bout cocaine, asking for indo’
you can send yo’ texts and requests
straight to the fiery pit of h~ll in which you rest
sometime in the future when somebody shoot ya’
snitching ass n~ggas get fried like yuca
[chorus: lofty305]
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
[verse 2: mr. b the poshstronaut]
i be trying to stay faithful while these n~ggas going fed
i just rather be popped than my morals in the bed
f~ck a fed and all these n~ggas snitching on me
trying to come around my place planting sh~t on me
think i’m naïve, n~gga? aw h~ll, f~ck that
yeah, no time for coke, man, n~gga, f~ck that
real n~ggas stand up, fair n~ggas fall back
getting mango with the lawn, give they dad a call back
yeah, you know who you are, i done seen you at yo’ car
with yo’ daddy right beside you taking cuffs off yo’ arm, man
sound the alarm ’cause these perpetrators hearing you
nominee for newest fed n~gga of the year
yeah, n~gga, i done said it and no, i don’t regret it
memorizing every cop then acting to forget it
stupid n~gga turn you in for a little piece of lettuce
but he don’t understand that my gun be my fetish, b~tch
[chorus: lofty305]
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
[verse 3: ruben slikk]
[?] ain’t sh~t, black nine
full clip, weed splitting on them snitching ass p~ssies
stimulating high strap, pressing rounds on them rat
now they wet like i left they b~tch p~ssy
f~ck n~ggas, call them crackers, steady acting like a manic
crying like a girl before the f~cking jury
bootleg deploys, unemployed
got roped by them boys, now they snitching like the movie
some n~ggas know k!llers who be chopping snitchers
up like a motherf~cking strawberry smoothie
so when them crackers tell you snitch, better b~tton up yo’ lip
‘less yo’ ass wanna die, don’t do it
nerd ass tattletale, put a n~gga in a cell
i ain’t tripping ’cause my life is a movie
fear flow felony, heart bitter like lemons be
ac got me shivering like a jit in the spelling bee
oh, he draped in red for that murder, these n~ggas telling me
stay free, don’t fall for the dream that the crackers selling me
…
[chorus: lofty305]
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the chopper, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
n~ggas goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
call me 15, lay that n~gga on the ground
best believe in the choppa’, yeah, it’s going down
goin’ fed, we don’t need ya’ ’round
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