YFG Fatso - Come Home (altyazı ve şarkı sözleri)
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YFG Fatso - Come Home (en) şarkı sözleri
by RentAnAdviser.com
Yeah, look, look
I'm raw with the paper count,
know how to stack this shit
Nigga, that's your ho, you the
one claimin' her, you see me
with her, her back be bent
I don't do Xans, remember the
shit that I need, tryin'
not to relapse and shit
I was in Cali, ain't nobody know,
I wasn't out with the bros,
I was fuckin' my actor bitch
Feelin' like Sosa in '12, I'm drowsy
as hell, tell 'em provide Actavis
We slide up like a snail, put
shit on like nails, rap nigga,
but'll clap your shit
I hate a thot ho gettin' too
loose out her lips, I be
ready to smack a bitch
Shoot first, ask shit later,
his eyes rolled back, it's complete,
we wrappin' shit
Okay, slight fifty, that's
on a bad day, trench shit,
I grew up the bad way
I used to be outside hangin'
in gangways, really didn't
care what my dad say
He was locked up really, so we
had to talk through a phone,
shit resulted in a bad case
Livin' life on the edge and I
ain't wanna beg, had to hustle
to make it the fast way
Okay, standin' outside on the block,
full Glock FMJ, fuck a cash day
They kids look up to me, guess
I'm an idol, don't drop out
of school, take the math way
I committed myself, deleted my feelings
too young, so ended the bad way
Lighters flickin', the pastor just
want us repentin', but we
still sinnin' like every day
R.I.P. to the dead, it's a church day,
funeral, nightmare, birthdays
Green in my pocket three-sixty-
five, Earth day, shake this
bitch up, start earthquakes
We runnin' this ho like a game
on the floor, I bet he won't
step out on the turf way
I don't listen to many, it's all
in my head and myself, but
I'm clear on what Durk say
He a dead bitch talkin', a dead
bitch walkin', I bet he
end up with a hearse play
Hearse day, feel tight, clappin'
shit up the worst way, now he
lay at where the hearse stay
Tryna let a bitch breathe and don't
stay on her back, she gon' take that
lil' room, it's twerk space
I ain't regrettin' shit, maybe
they done forget how I get in
this cut with a smirk face
Real street nigga, built up the rank,
everybody know Go in the city
I got money and say-so, do what I say,
so I tell 'em reap out the city
Gassin' him up, dissed us, nigga
died next day, how he went
out, a beautiful killin'
I had dude and them number,
you wanna be real, I did not
want the internet in it
Crazy, I beef with internet bitches
Yellin' on live, folks
internet snitchin'
Broad day, jumpin' out
cars, strap clickin'
Killin' opp hoes if they play
'cause they with it
Strike mode, BLW missin'
First nigga dropped, "How you
know?" I was with him
I can't say a lot 'bout what
happen to witnesses
That's dumb as fuck, might as
well plea at a district
Too many opps, they're created players,
switched blocks, I do not
wanna kick it, I'm chillin'
Stay have to watch every nigga
that come around hot, if you reach
for my diamonds, trilly
Still in the box, but I'm out with
my ankle on lock, I guess they
ain't that dumb, they feel it
Kill every opp, if your homie
a rat, get him dropped, 88
don't indulge in snitchin'
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