Lyrics:
ya heard?
High leathers, my feathers, my furs, ah
I fly like a bird (oh)
Chickenheads on the prowl (prowl)
Who you tryna f- now? (Now)
Now you
the
Gas runs out (there goes ya Benz)
They just don't make my breed no more
Nobody lives by the code of the street no more
I don't deal wit the nonsense,
you told me put my gun aside
Instead I'm crying witnessing ya vision through these blurry eyes
They gave Balla all this time I'm praying he appeal it
[Lil' Gotti]
Now why dey want to see me dead niggas put prices on my head
Now I got two Rottwielers by my bed
Niggas afraid to see a Gambino
lady
Word Word
I said
Lets not pretend
You and i know we'll be f****** as friends
Have you forget ya man like "Yo Who that again ?"
Girl
All you
on Sunday, get killed by Monday
Turn that shit down, this the F in yo' city
Catch me a Benji, get popped like a tittie
Slow down when you drank, you might
steady
Before stepping to me get an ice pack ready
Yeah, I'm getting sick and tired of the fuckery
After this jam, all ya niggas will be sucking me
Oh
continue darling (All my F.W.P.)
Yo I clogged the toilet at my girlfriend's house
Damn, not a good sign for my future spouse
Pizza's hot and I burned my
on Rammm
Diamonds blind ya like the Solar (Oooh)
Bust down Rollie on Rammm
I swear my bitch is Bi-Polar (What!)
She smart but her brain it go Dumb (Rammm!)
Course I love you.. I love all why'all
Hehehe, hehehe, f'real
I love girls, girls, girls, girls
Girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this
Have that base hit cha blow by blow. Move yo body up to and fro. Creating hits in the studio. I'm new on the scene so I should say hello.
Hello. I
you gon' act like I wasn't with ya?
I can't do everything by myself
But I ain't gon' be
Outchea askin' for help
How the hell you gon' act like
Listen, it's Nolay aka Bella Gotti, yo
Every chick wanna be bad
So they rap about experiences
They've never had
Their boy's seatbelt is the closest
(Yo)
(Imam Gotti yo)
(Tres Doze Regime)
(Cuatro Siete Outfit)
(Aiyo)
(Real talk yo)
(Yeah yeah)
(Walk the walk)
(Talk the talk)
Antes de la pandemia
yaeh
Disrespect anyone of my bros again
Fling on my black track clothes again
Make sure you die slow again
And I'm finished, yo yo
Like Arma said, it's
Bitch its raw, and like a mirror read it backwards
Who competing after?
If yo’ life a book i wouldn’t read yo chapters
They scared of me
I motivate niggas
cock in my hand and I bear arms like John McCain but I’m no republicain, John F. Kennedy is the fucking name. Please no flash photography or you’ll here
Heh-ha-heh-ha-ha-ha Did ya miss me? I sure missed you!
I told ya we're gonna be friends to the end and now it's time to play
I got a new game sport it's called hide
'm servin' them rhymers
And me and Nickel F go together like burgers and diners, yes
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater
With trays in both
'm servin' them rhymers
And me and Nickel F go together like burgers and diners, yes
I'm like a waiter and you something like a hater
With trays in both
should quit.
[Chorus: x2]
Ya I get high.
You might see me stroll by
in the Bob Marley tie die with the red eye.
I'm sick now.
I think I
ya up
Let ya partner get ya up, ain't nobody catchin' up
But this some s*** I'm down to receive a lethal injection for
King of the whole thing, f
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
Go by the name of Weezie F.
An fuck 'em out the belly store with ten bags?
Fly as a muthafucka girly on my staple
'Cause her friends say I'm a tummy
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