Singer: Clipse
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Song: F.I.C.O.
Clipse - F.I.C.O. Lyrics (LRC) (03:21-201-0-en) (PARTIAL PREVIEW)
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[00:00.00]by RentAnAdviser.com
[00:02.60]I remember late nights, pissy hallways
[00:05.20]Driving me psycho
[00:06.60]The money wouldn't come fast enough
[00:08.40]We was back and forth, down streamline
[00:11.00]Moving weight was like lipo
[00:12.80]The rest of y'all stuck in a rut
[00:14.50]Niggas double crossing, talk behind ya back
[00:17.20]See, that's where the knife go
[00:18.80]I guess they wasn't fuckin' wit' us
[00:20.50]Some niggas get the luck of the draw
[00:22.80]For others, life is a dice roll
[00:24.80]And waiting on faith ain't for us
[00:26.70]When you young, you realize that you can't trust a mouth where the pipe go
[00:30.90]They tried but couldn't love you enough
[00:32.90]Dancе music on my neck
[00:34.40]Where's your watеr bottle?
[00:35.40]Diamonds, the light show
[00:37.00]Looking like the sun in the club
[00:38.80]If you re-ing up with us then your credit score gotta be
[00:42.30]F.I.C.O. I'm talkin' 850 or bust
[00:45.00]See you really real power when you make niggas balance on tight ropes
[00:49.20]They know they not much for the blood
[00:51.00]Have my man shoot ya block
[00:52.70]I'ma send his ass far as the flight go
[00:55.20]Ain't worried 'bout ducking a judge
[00:57.00]Keep frontin' for ya bitches
[00:58.80]Cause any minute repo might show
[01:01.20]You know that shit up in a month
[01:03.10]Heard your man was in there singing for his life
[01:05.60]They was calling him maestro
[01:07.20]Cause time that heavy can crush
[01:09.20]When you pay a nigga back, like it's layaway, whispering "die slow"
[01:13.60]The last words you hear in the trunk
[01:15.80]You don't know what I know
[01:18.40]You ain't seen what I saw, no
[01:22.10]You ain't been where I go
[01:24.40]Wit' a fetti so strong you gotta bag it wit' one eye closed
[01:28.80]My shooter turn you inside out
[01:30.70]I heard the Feds turned the crib inside out
[01:33.70]Drop the roof on you niggas, let the inside out
[01:36.80]Fresh Prince jacket, boy, I cook 'em till they inside out
[01:40.40]Go get a Glock, 27 fits snug in the waistline
[01:43.80]Both sticks came with the drum
[01:45.80]I was 5'6", shoulder with a chip
[01:48.20]Wish a nigga to take mine
[01:49.90]Index yanked till it's numb
[01:51.70]Used to call me Windex 'cause this thing I spray gon' make you change minds
[01:56.00]I done seen Hercules run
[01:57.90]We was powerlifting 2.2's
[02:00.30]Nah, we ain't throw gang signs
[02:02.10]My brick walk was second to none
[02:04.00]I would have them take a number like DMV
[02:06.60]That was the baseline
[02:08.10]Checkout on register one
[02:10.00]Miami niggas like Big Perm 'cause they numbers was Faizon
[02:14.20]Cubans showed me nothing but love
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