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 #

t-shyne - feed the fam lyrics

[chorus]
i just wanna grind till i shine with my dawgs (with my dawgs)
runnin’ out of time, i’m tryna find how to love (yeah)
i just met this girl, she got my mind in a rush (rush)
tryna keep it private, doin’ lines in the club
when my brother died, you know we had to let out doves (doves)
look up to the sky, he gon’ protect me from above (above)
i remember growing up sitting on a bus (yeah)
it was hard to fit in, just like o.j. hand in the glove

[verse 1]
now i’m starring out and i got fans (fans)
i can’t see myself goin’ against the fam (nah)
i can never see myself telling on my mans (i can’t)
countin’ up this money, i got these bands inside my hand
and i got some hoes that’s on my d+ck, they in a trans (indeed)
in thе drapes i’m rockin’, you know that sh+t from j+pan (j+pan)
and i got this girl with me, she from thе motherland (yeah)
i know n+ggas catchin’ bodies like the other sam (bodies)
i came a long way, i’m happy (i’m happy)
there was plenty n+ggas that really tried to back stab me (b+tch)
who would’ve thought the skinny n+gga with dreads that was nappy? (who?)
would really get a chance at life to feed his whole family, uh+huh (uh+huh)

[verse 2]
how can you hate on anybody tryin’ feed they fam? (how?)
i was really on the block doin’ them hand+to+hands (hand+to+hands)
i’ve been thinking about vacation in the south of france (france)
only told one girl i need another chance (another chance)
if you look inside my whip you’ll see some contrabands (some contrabands)
n+gga my brothers still wear vans, strapped inside our pants (yeah)
keep it real, i’m doin’ my best to be a better man (a better man)
shawty take a xan, then she go to netherlands (shh)
used to go to brookville, used to take them dollar vans (dollar vans)
ysl new york, my break, i’m out for summer jams (slatt)
i just met this girl, she know i’m no lover man (lie, lie)
try to talk about her exes, i’m not one of them (one of them)
if you talk about countin’ the money, i get thrills (thrills)
in malibu, i had the house up on the hill (i did)
all these n+ggas talking like they crazy, pull up on ’em, made ’em do the dash just like stacy (like stacy)
i can name one or ten b+tches that wanna have my baby (facts)
i can name a hunnid n+ggas that try to play me (facts)
i could have a lot of hoes that try to slain me (you did)
yeah, can i f+ck her? probably, maybe
[chorus]
i just wanna grind till i shine with my dawgs (with my dawgs)
runnin’ out of time, i’m tryna find how to love (yeah)
i just met this girl, she got my mind in a rush (rush)
tryna keep it private, doin’ lines in the club
when my brother died, you know we had to let out doves (doves)
look up to the sky, he gon’ protect me from above (above)
i remember growing up sitting on a bus (yeah)
it was hard to fit in, just like o.j. hand in the glove

- t shyne lyrics

Random Lyrics

HOT LYRICS