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letra de gossip - fekky

[hook: fekky]
what’s all the gossiping ting?
n-ggas know my style, i’m a boss in this ting
get your facts right, act right, don’t act like
big fekky never buss my ting
i get money, yeah, you know that, king
flashy and fly, yeah, you know my ting
and these n-ggas wanna hate on the ting
f-ck ’em, they wasn’t with us in the first place

[verse 1: fekky]
catch me on the road, getting that dough
that’s my next brick when i move that next o
drive the best whips, rock the best clothes
watch me bag a bad b-tch, take her to my next show
mum said am i in country, said a bit of both
cut down trees and i shovel up snow
ain’t gotta say much, most these n-ggas know
if i make the phone call, everyting’s a go, go, go
cuh i used to be a used-to
that little n-gga, dem chicks drew abuse to
sh-t that i’ve been through would send a n-gga cuckoo
all that bad luck, mum blamed it on voodoo
now 2 2, man had to move two food
couple bags, one scale and two qs
me and f hit the strip like some cool dudes
the strip, darg, i’ll show you how to move food
now it’s big whips and leather
tag a quick chick just to feel the different weather
everyone’s a g, everybody thinks they’re clever
we don’t give a f-ck, ain’t expecting any better
brandy on the rocks, brandy on the rocks
n-gga, watch ’em how you’re talking to a boss
i can take a hit, i can take a loss
but i can’t take these f-ckboys acting like they’re us

[verse 2: giggs]
big hollowman and mr bu bu bang
think you can run up on man? i bet you wouldn’t, fam
pitched like whole leap of man that’s got that buju ban’
switch like put it on man, i want that footage, man
b-tch like polly and pam, they got their p-ssy pants
b-tch, palm of my hand, i’ve got that p-ssy stamped
b-tch wan’ call up her man, i give that p-ssy thanks
quick little party for man, i’ve got that p-ssy amped
ooh, mac shots to the crack spots
yeah, i went from cash flops to the jackpot
i went from dat block to the ascot
they call me rap dan, i’m the mascot
i put the blap blap in the rucksack
then put the rucksack in the stash spot
look what the cat dragged, what the cat got
we’re cooking that crack in the crackpot
all of the noise that n-ggas never see
call us them boys, a n-gga heavy d
and it already seems
our street boppy as sh-t, and i’m already beans
big whip, pop in the clip, i’m in the seven-seat
bait sh-t, boppity bip, i get ’em proper cheap
fakes wanna copy my sh-t and they forgot the chief
man’s eating everyone’s food, i’ve got the copper t–th

- fekky

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