c.o.p.e brett farve şarkı sözleri

She like, baby, where your money at I just spent a hundred racks Flight from M.I.A. and back She just got a fatter ass Carry niggas to some stacks That weight it fucked up my back She said that her nigga great Too bad he ain't coming back She said she gon' change my life So what you gon' do to me? She told me to turn the lights Bae, let's make a movie Gave her snacks like Scooby Hit her with this two-piece She got real drunk off the lick Threw up on mooji Churchill always kill a beat Niggas sound like Tay Keith Can't do features for the free Nigga, please just pay me Left me for a fisher boy Bitch, f*ck with the Navy I can't never give you props Niggas can't be wavy Lift an iron for a pump But my iron hit back Don't forgive, I gotta list I'ma need my get back They say Cleveland on the rise I think that is big facts She thought I was with the guys Why your friend ain't hit back? Love it when she hit back We gon' go and hit a lick She my Bonnie, balling with her Clyde Like we in Portland They told me I gotta pick a side I guess I'm Mormon She never know I'm leaving Every night, be back by morning This money, it be luring They want me to start touring I'm just tryna to get some fans Niggas saying I'm the man Bitches saying I'm a freak They see me, they start to tweak I'm so booked, I need a week Back to the land, just left the D Just left the land, went to the A All these letters for the names I'm HOF, that's Hall of Fame Don't play with me, that nigga lame In the lake, I hide the weapon Body parts is all in Texans Dumped him south and came east Can't see records, took his teeth I'm a G but no clef This a jam but no def Need JD just for a beat It'll sound so def I know I got niggas shook Told church I don't need a hook Looking at my bank account Look like a number in a phone book Bae, you looking good And that body is a work of art You be working long hours Baby girl got book smarts Wasn't trying to top charts Didn't know I'd go this far It's a game we throw up fours Niggas look like Brett Favre Niggas throwing up fours Niggas look like Brett Favre Yeah, man, ayy A lot of niggas really don't know who Brett Favre is for real, but Ayy, man Like I said, man, we got my nigga Churchill, man Churchill the engineer, you already know what the f*ck going on, man Niggas say he gon' bring the Word and they gon' take you to church, you feel me I bring the Word, I bring the Word and I go to church, you feel me So, like I said, what Wayne say? He said, he ain't talking fast You just listening slow, so Like I said, man, catch up We got Churchill We gone
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