a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

letra de fomf - snick foley

Loading...

intro
—

i said…

you leave this earth the way you enter; how’s that? in a box

this ain’t rap it’s twisted metal; wit these clowns. at the top

i represent the have nots, did homework in the stash spots

yous a mascot, f-cking ras-clot, but you swear now, how you blast glocks

verse 1
—-

sh-t i ain’t believing non of that, what y’all make, i’ll double that

y’all ain’t popping pistols all you ever popped was bubble wrap

worlds fake, like the ass, on any, vh1 b-tch

i can hustle anything, have n-ggas snorting fun dip

ambition don’t mean sh-t, cause trust, the scumbags, is getting paid too

when bullets spray, all your hard drive can’t save you

au, rocking all that gold, where you from n-gga?

is you dumb n-gga? bum n-gga. how does one figure?

hard to do a show, security, rushed in when they seen us

javaris crittenton, we bring in guns for those arenas

i’m gritty and mean, like idi amin, i’m witty y’all meaannnn!!!????

coming live from the city of dreams

don’t fear me, fear what i’ll do to you, revenge is often beautiful

type a n-gga k!ll ya mom’s, then show up at the funeral

say i’m jealous you was breastfed, that big b-tch gave the best head (said tearfully)

then smack ya daughter, tell her i f-cked grandma on her death bed

hook (sing) x2
—–
(i know)

this life is ba-sic, it’s hard to face this

harsh reality, i think it’s wasted

they told me, that love’s a drug but then they laced it

now my mentality’s, what? the f-ck out my face, b-tch

verse 2
—–

i know this chick who work sephora, got that evian smell

made me wait before i hit the hole, leveon bell

say i love her, then i, jet! over to y-vette’s

she probably listening right now like “word n-gga? bet

whistling winn dixie! my men blitzkrieg, if we beefing i send sixty

i ain’t got no whip, i shoot from my friend ten speed

10-60, if we swinging i’m ken griffey

your happiness o-ffends me

pull a nowitzki that’s a german 4, gun that y’all ain’t heard before

i’m swerving wh0res and herbivores, these murders made me urban lore

that’s a lie bro, am i libel? what i’m saying? f-ck if i know

just a tight flow, for the white folks, storing my quotes, in a bible

this a new world, order my n-gga i’m scott hall

and who i’m finna spare,… not y’all

heart black like what the pot call, y’all shoulda stayed home

n-ggas swear they life a movie til i pull a james holmes

hook (sing) x2
—–
(i know)

this life is ba-sic, it’s hard to face this

harsh reality, i think it’s wasted

they told me, that love’s a drug but then they laced it

now my mentality’s, what? the f-ck out my face, b-tch

outro

she said, foley, if you make it
i’ll let you take it

word!? f-ck up out my face, b-tch

he said, foley, now you getting dough
you my bro, n-gga

word!? f-ck up out my face, b-tch

they said, foley, we don’t respect you
we finna check you

word!? f-ck up out my face, b-tch

i said, foley, i’ll helped create you
now i hate you

word?! f-ck up out my face b-tch

- snick foley

letras aleatórias

MAIS ACESSADOS

Loading...