f.y.b gangg my life şarkı sözleri

From my head down to my shoes We don’t condone no cuffing you know da rules Mo checks n least drama I’m tryna push a Range Rover not a Honda Brake bread or get gone U ain’t touching no bands don’t come back home Get stacks and blow zips My life free ya bitch I made winning a drug Addicted to dis lifestyle loving the funds I could never be you niggas living trifler then beans Turn into state property when sliding with team All in yo bitch dream got her creamer then cream No time for the losing so ya soul a be levitated Ya probably be devastated I’m grinding to disappear They chemistry so sweet they looking like who dat They call a nigga Berry B Different type of guy all the bitch wana marry me But I don’t trust em I just f*ck em I just let em free Before I leave I need that doe I keep it letta P Catch up you niggas last like da letta Z It’s Free ya bitch we in dis thang Fly niggas mami gone an pop dat for yang Bitch Okay let daddy put the icing on da cake Ima beat da pussy up knock it out money may Berry B From my head down to my shoes We don’t condone no cuffing you know da rules Mo checks n least drama I’m tryna push a Range Rover not a Honda Brake bread or get gone U ain’t touching no bands don’t come back home Get stacks and blow zips My life free ya bitch I ball with my team like everybody Y’all niggas pussy keep da smell away Blowing on some cookies that’s grade A Still in dis mf gettin paid Rocking with pizzle nigga u know we to da top Berry’s in da back you know gettin top Gooch in sum foreign look don’t stop We all fresh to death and always gettin guap Niggas gone hate bitches gone cash out Niggas go on dates we go chase this cash now Fyb go be the death of me Keep reppin this shit til they bury me Keep reppin da gang til they yang with me Keep reppin this shit til they bury Keep reppin this shit til they yang with me From my head down to my shoes We don’t condone no cuffing you know da rules Mo checks n least drama I’m tryna push a Range Rover not a Honda Brake bread or get gone U ain’t touching no bands don’t come back home Get stacks and blow zips My life free ya bitch Cranberry all on my fucking feet Cartier baby come get a peek Step back that’s Kd all my niggas pulling nigga f*ck a 3 We wild’n out like nick cannon Them big cannons do big damage it’s 3 lettas til da death of me She wana f*ck with me Shawty wana yanger so I’m thuggin F*ck wit me bitch I been da gang it ain’t no cuffin F*ck with me hottest in da city can’t ignore it what u bang Pizz hoe I gas shit Stay laced up with a bad bitch 10 toes went beast mode tryna ball out like D rose Me an Ben frank go way back if it ain’t money can’t say that Me an Ben frank go way back if It ain’t money can’t say that I rock ice hoe look like rice bitch I den glowed up New money new bitches on my me they tryna hoe up Old bitches tryna run back now that I blowed up Yang gang hoe Yang gang hoe
Sanatçı: F.Y.B Gangg
Türü: Belirtilmemiş
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