Lyrics:
If you don't listen 222 3TIMES, what the FUCK are you doing?
Said that's faxxx
Gang is back, its foot up on they neck
Yeah, that's faxxx, this shit
balls big (faxxx, ahahah)
Copi gli inglesi, non sanno l'inglese, ah-ah (faxxx, oh-oh)
Ignorante è il beat come il mio paese, ah-ah (faxxx)
Black
a hunnid Hunnid
Bitch all time 50 bundled 50 bundled
Bundled bundled bundled
Bitch dis 5k racks racks
5k racks racks racks
What I'm sayin is straight faxxx
boys pura city naal chalay
SUV Benz V6 meray thalay
Put my city on the map
Kara diti Ballay! Ballay!
Tera fake faxxx jivain teray fake flex
Meray bars
(yeahh)
Rich mnisi
Straight to the Trap (sho)
Bringing the Bag (ey)
Comin with heat that’s FAX (faxxx)
I do the dgital Dash feel like the Man smoke
faxxx...
East Side aan west side baghat nay bhava,
Mh 11 Side full khataaarnak,,
Aapn chamkto jasa, jasa Chamkto tara,
I'm reppin straight outta satara,,
on the cuz its N A M I S
Now I'm linking up with the Queen (Faxxx)
And I ain't going back (Nah nah no way)
Tryna get up on the map (Ha ha all day)
So if they
on the scene cuz its N A M I S
Now I'm linking up with the Queen (Faxxx)
And I ain't going back (Nah nah no way)
Tryna get up on the map (Ha ha all day)
So if
and that’s all faxxx
When you speak I swear to God that I smell CAP
My spirit do not like dat
In street you better not gimmie no dap
You dissing out here
on my crack
Whatever you need or want
I got in the back
3 x on my faxxx
And 3 rs on my yerrr
Keep family close
Berry with ber
I'll never rock fur
But
him that's me
Ain't even friends with my friends
Or my friends enemies
The person I fuck with the most is me
FAXXX
Yea man
ALTID
On GOD
Ye ye
wanna see?
Told em I'm blind (Stevie)
I ain't play with beef
'cause online beef not my motif
That's a faxxx
We run this mthfuckin' city
G.O.P.A.L.A we'll
riches commettent des crimes
Mais ils ne sont pas punis (Faxxx)
Je suis un vrai négro donc je ne peux pas rougir (No cap)
Ta petite sœur m’harcèle pour que
came from
I don't mean to brag
Just know when I say sum
It's always be faxxx
Just know it's bout money
Run this game like track
Morty always giving
that's faxxx
Chasing racks chasin plaques
Never ever fake the truth
Match the black with the black
Match the red with the blue
Writing down became
If I could take my ex bitch back I wouldn't (NOPE)
GOD knows I speak faxxx I won't cap if I've done it
Still in the trap
Serving grams of the chronic
you just a mainstream fish
Ha bitch everyone can have it
But most don't wanna listen
Cuz they think we sellin fiction
But it's faxxx
I'm more
with the gang, get sprayed
Bitch I'm ready for some fuck shit today
Don't be hating cause I made myself a name
Big Faxxx I really came a long way
I don't
(Sentence)
Bar for bar I go hard every sentence (That's Faxxx)
Only mushroom sandwiches and exotic stamps have the answers. Charismatic suxxx. Big faxxx.
thought sho must have quit this whole time (Hahaha)
So to them, my whole come backs scary
But i'll be back at the top in no time (Faxxx)
Tell my opps that
like to brag
All these Nigga’s all cap
Everything I spit fact
Tell em run print that aye big faxxx see the bigger picture and it’s always in tac
on the net, boy, I'm smokin' on a jet
Bust down rollin' cubans on the neck
Me and Faxxx on the track, that's a bet
Wasn't raised in the streets, I was raised
chacun son histoire
Me dit pas que je l'ai mal fait si c'est comme ça c'est que j'en ai fait le choix
Faxxx
Mais j'garde dans la tête que j'peux aussi
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