letra de hearing voices - fyb j mane
hearing voices lyrics
(verse 1)
ay stack this money to the ceiling like a horder
ay talking crazy we gon put him underwater ay
draco hold a hundred flip him like a quarter
only reason we ain’t smoking cause we caught him with his daughter
ay bandanna tied around my head like young pappy
you know that sh-t up on the floor ain’t gotta ask me
b-tch i ?? dare to act like you dont get nasty
we put lights on all our guns
i guess thats why they say we flashy ay
we get real money, stacking real guala ay
ay b-tch we shoot for stars, we some pill poppers ay
you run up on me rolla?, ill send you to the father
b-tch ill see a opposition, i might open up his noggin ay
yo yo b-tch like lil caesar, she be hot and ready
ill let my brothers hit it, ed, edd and eddy ay(go!)
this a mont clair, this is not a pelly?
free crazy out the county, prolly beating up his celly ay
we put holes in them like some air forces ay
im smoking dead people, think im hearing voices ay
im riding four cars, lances and rolls royces ?
?? and i rock gucci, it dont matter i got choices ay
army guns, got more choppas than the navy ay
military sh-t, b-tch don’t tote 380s ay
we got guns same size as lil baby
let a n-gga think his maseteo? turn him to some gravy b-tch
(chorus)
im smoking dead people, think im hearing voices
ay f-ck f-ck your homie, b-tch he dead im hearing voices
smoking dead people, think im hearing voices
f-ck your homie, b-tch he dead. im hearing voices
im smoking dead people, think im seeing sh-t
where that n-gga buried? i gotta take a p-ss ay
im smoking dead people think im seeing sh-t
where that n-gga buried? i gotta to take a p-ss ay
(verse 2)
spin your block once, then spin that b-tch again ay
i f-cked your b-tch, i prolly f-cked that b-tch again ay
gang gang, free king yella out the pen
i ain’t worried bout these n-ggas, i been stacking dividends ay
true validy drinking remy out the bottle ay
hit up melly, tell him call a couple models ay
im true validy so these b-tches they gon follow
kicking hoes out the telly, if these hoes ain’t tryna gobble ay
sixty? flows? up?, i dont f-ck with n-ggas ay
strike a pose, hold on baby take the picture ay
who that walking up? ion them n-ggas, brody get up on they ass
sd got the double trigger (huuuh?)
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