hiiitriiibe - f.y.m lyrics
theoriginalgolo
i did a lot sh+t i ain’t never been fake family on my back take my name to the grave i stay in my lane all you n+ggas all the same i did what i want and i did what they can’t vintage couture only money in the frames in a kobe bryant jersey b+tch it got be the 8 shout out rico that’s the homie in the bay got the packs online i can get em any day f+ck what you say b+tch i’m all about the cake if baby bad enough then i might need a taste. every other day i make deposits in the bank i’m checking all my goals cuz i’m always on pace you running in a circle stuck in the same place n+ggas chasing fame dollas diamonds in they chain cash rules everything i’m surrounded by the cream
doloduceduke
i’m kinda tired but f+ck it ill rap i’ll try not to think if that’s where we’re at i don’t like folks who tell me how to act i’ll stand for my freedom of speechn+gga im black i was told on the monday i can’t yiggidie yakk i said ok fine ill leave it on the track this sound different then it sounded before i hope it don’t make me not like it anymore as a youngin i really was a snot nose n+gga sick as ever never got better as i got bigger we couldn’t afford to be in the nice weather getting hit by a freight train would’ve felt better but f+ck it i’ll do what you say what burger king say n+gga have it your way why have chicken nuggets you can have a whole+fil+a you can have just whatever you like my god
yuhngqueezy
i be wit my dawg like i’m sh+ggy n+ggas talk sh+t cause they know they can’t @ me i put it on her face like acne when i drop d+ck got her running like a track meet yea you n+ggas funny yea wacky b+tch ass n+gga gotta catch me glock knock a n+gga down dominos i remember selling white that abdominal had feins pop locking for a dub of blow of the xannys i was living life like narcos wockeisha then i mix it wit a narco so many drugs make a n+gga think his heart slow i’m so high b+tch i need me a halo ion know what i said hoe but do what i said hoe i don’t give a f+ck just shut up and suck my nuts yuhngqueezy big bucks slanging all this wood how much can she chuck
papa j. monday
i’m humble cause the sh+t that i done been through. i was up in school everywhere, no hall pass. smooth, b+tches like when i talk fast
baby lil p+ssy wore out now i’m in that ass
do the whole dash if the lights flash. f+cked up spent more cash then a bad dad. right back, cash come fast, coulda been the flash
i don’t do drive bys when i get mad! i’ll walk a n+gga down like jason (i’m better then that…)
i’ll make a n+gga pledge( yea that’s it) i’ll make n+gga do a pledge like mr kannon and i’m learning how to sing like chris o bannon. gettin jiggy in both while brodie scamming. what you need? a visa or mastercard a tiger wearing a bell is guaranteed to starve. b+tch get mad for no reason i’ll fl!ck her hard i do all my on stunts i don’t give a f+ck i been fucced up all month twisted, spinning like a fidget. sh+t i should call a lyft here.bgot good gizzard baby bring the neck here. i love a lil funny b+tch midgets like to get weird.really hiiitriiibe talkin big sh+t
next song i’m ready to drop d+ck
kevin livez
i’ma ball i’ma dog she a fire hydrant hittin every curb til the first got her throat widened blowin outta her back if the money talkin make that ass clap for a stack so she pro filing threw it in reverse like a dog stylist she ain’t been to church but she heard about it she ain’t been to work since she left college boy stop you ain’t hit it first you a paid client oooo you mad let’s recap (facts) called a cab took her back (clapped) did the math aftermath (stats) dropped a rack plus a stack plus the gas look at that you spent the bag card is maxed the f+ck out. bro. please. stop. (dummy)
dean cee
big girl big wallet she got big bands i’m a fan
she a bird call her tucan spin the block with my n+ggas till the last man fidel with the tool on the roof like a jewish man breath in breath out a n+gga meditating made it this farso my dreams i’m manifesting shut the f+ck up i’m in my head
over thinking i ain’t forsaken get this paper yeah that sh+t raking be the best what that mean n+gga f+ck it all ima ball f+ck yo best friendand she f+cked the squad o my god i don’t mean to blasphemebut my team f+ck the whole game up n+gga f+ck you mean
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