fbe joub – don’t want it (chiraq remix) lyrics
(hook)
y’all goofy n-gg-s don’t want it
race to the money we on it
y’all goofy n-gg-s don’t want it
race to the money we on it
(bridge)
when i was young i had to eat that struggle food
mama said go get some money, i ain’t know what to do
so started to rap, i spent that money i get it back
n-gg- got 1k, but in a hour bet i double that
(verse 1)
y’all n-gg-s so goofy my diamonds dance on yo gold
one thing i know for sure is that my team won’t fold
got mias, neo, lil j, and big reese
lil mar and i got ferrogamo kc
ramen to ballin, run up that money no stallin
no more finessing for checks, cuz now them labels is callin
dolce and gabbana
might move down to the bahamas
n-gg-s don’t really want no drama
cause’ them bullets hit hard just like karma
i’ll k!ll you n-gg-s like cancer
shootin hollows at yo feet, turn you straight into a dancer
mixing my fanta
pull up in a greg ghost call it danny phantom
talk shit n i’ll have goons at yo house
holdin yo mama for ransom
fly past you -ss like santa
smoke your -ss like a back wood
ask yo girl if my d-ck taste good
know she gone f-ck the crew
gimmie dumb brain like kids that ride the short bus to school
don’t be a fool or you meet the tool
lookin crazy now cuz i took yo jewels
i can bust a chrome
send a goofy n-gg- to the upper room if i really wanted to
(hook)
y’all goofy n-gg-s don’t want it
race to the money we on it
y’all goofy n-gg-s don’t want it
race to the money we on it
(verse 2) fbe joub
banana clips, ridin four doors
we shooting shit no photos
we got drums in this b-tch no bongos
shootin hollow tips like cherrios
n-gg-s on go, let that b-tch blow
9 in the clip, shooting rondo
shot a n-gg- once from the draco
blues clues, where his arm go
gettin cash, wells fargo
got ice on my neck like the north pole
go south on me get a bullet hole
aim at your face bout’ to john doe
i’m running this b-tch like usain
choppa kicking like liu kang
smoke you now you gotta pack name
gotta chrome on my lap better respect my name
this ain’t no ruger, it’s a smith and wesson
dont try my clique, might learn a lesson
cocaine on my money like salad dressing
look at my neck see my diamonds dancin
shootin hollows at your stomach
fill you till you empty
shot your -ss, bullet burn through your skin just like chemistry
(hook)
y’all goofy n-gg-s don’t want it
race to the money we on it
y’all goofy n-gg-s don’t want it
race to the money we on it
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