Kishore Kumar Hits

Van Buren Records - FOUL şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Van Buren Records

albüm: DSM


Wake in the morning
I gotta go get it
My palms keep on itching
There's roach in the kitchen
I hate how I'm living
It fucked up my mental
Can't talk to a nigga
Vent on instrumentals
I gotta get it
My mom need a Bentley
My dad need a Bentley
You reach for my pockets we pop at your belly
I seen a nigga get all of the money
But never did once did I ever get jealous
I put my head down and put bands together
You see how I'm coming
I want Niggas dead
He talking to much
I took that as a threat
I ain't reasonable
I'm like what would Jesus do
I can just pray for you
I can just spray for you
That bitch a snake girl you know I can't lay with you
I want a freak bitch that move like how Megan do
I eat the pussy it taste like how mangos do
Calling me papi and I ain't even tell her to
Seem like the money make niggas more scared of you
First they gon envy you
Then they all proud of you
Then they gon envy you
I seen this story go round like a hula hoop
Come to my city you'll see what we do to you
He only 15 he walk with a 22
Ain't no one talk bout it like this shit usual
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Fuck all that timid shit
Homie i'm swinging quick
Build up some muscle
I ain't gonna tussle
With none of you suckers
You Sleeping 'til Noon
Bursting your bubble
You dry like a prune
Them niggas is coons
Black when it's June
Show them the rules
We break em
Show me who lost
We'll save them
Head on the pavement
History X him
We don't respect him
Music get lost
We highly effective
E on his pager
He been the enforcer
Fuck being cordial
Want me a tour bus
Start giving orders, cool
Keep switching sides like an audible
You can't compare to our artist fool
Look at the charts I see all this bull
A lot of y'all don't get involved with truth
The Tommy got power
Bodies gon' drop
Pass me the henny
My liquor on rocks
If Sheed bringing ten of them
Five are going to flock
Meech is a magnant
Her body count rising
Never content, you liking the bench
You talk like a bitch
She feeling on Meech
One hand on my
I'm tounging her
Motherfucker
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Got problems with Niggas address it
My bitch is so gangsta
Don't fuck with no dresses
Flashing red dots like we leaving a message
My mans is a crash doubt he makes it to heaven
Niggas don't know what the kid like
Bare face shooting in the day light
Do jail calls i don't send kites
Bend the bitch forward like i said hike
Niggas don't know what you talking bout
Slide in DMs now it's in her mouth
Me and ya bitch We in dumpling house
Want me to sign i need big amount
Figure out, the gangs all homies
Nigga you's a one trick pony
It's still fuck officer Mosley
Geeker in the hall and he OD'd
Tint my bitch whip feel like Jodie
I'm not a baby boy
I am a big dawg
Spent 5 bands in Bergdof
Don't ask price that's a turn off
She comes with baggage like goyard
But rides dick like go karts
I mix stone island sweats with a cold wall
Im just talking my shit
I'm just thuggin that shit
Put some base in your voice
You sound like a bitch
You little ass nigga
Little ass nigga
You ugly in the face
And ya mama don't love ya
Don't get no pussy i don't got nothing for you
I spent two bands on chrome heart denim
This shit too easy you ain't on my level
Back when niggas sold stones like pebbles
You was fake tough u was acting like a rebel
Whole hood had dog food like kennels
Shit had a bad bite something like dental
I was in the hood sit back and peep game
We pressing niggaa ain't giving no leeway
If i don't hear VB we jumping ya dj
Ya shit is trash ain't got no replay
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
We don't give a fuck
Moment a silence, wassup with you yala
And standing lil tall, like a capital letter
If it's some Botter I'm coppin
The process was long but I'm here and I'm after whoever
Do me a solid
Don't bring up no negative energy, shorty as long as you round us
I want the spinach the broccoli, lettuce
Wake up and Murder bravado the denim
Top of the mornin, pourin a rum and a soda
When I'm off a crumb like I'm bori
She in a mode, tryna get all our number
While me and Lyor playing ring round the rollie
I'm a contender
Plotting that 92 benz
Let's go ride thru valley together
Gimme the medal
They think they, talking that heavy
But really they light as a feather
I was jit, up in Florida
Wanna be wealthy
And My Cousin rockin girbauds
Up in my city round niggas with sticks
And some all ice all round of me
I feel like a goalie
Make a decision
Might head to the crib
If I'm feeling— Yo felix It's 5 in the morning
Rollin exotic, and she wanna act like a zombie
Okay you can climb all up on me
Is you up with me?
When shit turn around and got sticky
You aint doing nothing about it
That shit just hit me, i roll up a 1/8th and a meegi
I feel like Garnett in the garden
Something about him
Nigga ain't moving the loudest
But niggas is knowing he got it
Triple the product
You can't get rid me, nada
Suddenly shit is aligning

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