Lyrics:
All for what...
If i give up
Shey na me f up...
Steady on my grind
Just To make this chedah
Pressure everywhere
10 toes
But Still moving
nonstop
Faço o que eu amo fazer
É o que eu sei fazer
Eu sigo a minha alma
All my homies by my side
Tô com o meu slime
Broke piso com a sola do meu slide
taught me the f word when I was two
You yelled cocksucker at the recycling bin and hey now I'm one too!
At church you hold the door read us scripture by
cele
Ibiti power bike bawa motor
Lomapa keke
Emio fhor fun anybody
Emio fhor fenikan
F with me kobakoba
Oshati rese jigan
Mikin sun biti kerosine
Girl imma come and see you,
Girl I really wanna f*** and you need to,
You be sexy in them panties all see through,
You remember the first the time when I
leaving.
Your boyfriend is a bum,
He's a liar, he be singing.
Pregnant by the bum,
You should've swallowed, but you didn't?
I'm finna break your home,
I
I was down bad you ain't know how it felt
No, you ain't know how I felt
Dropped everything and put you on the shelf
Look at me all by myself
They
match it up or vanish man
At the moment, I'm looking at some shit you never seen
West coast, imma kick it right here by the C
H.P, all these bitches wanna
F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, 'cause my shits never sloppy
I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner
Flip a scene, coming from
A B C D E F G H, I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don’t want to boast but I know she’s the toast of Kalamazoo
Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo
Years have gone
And reminded me of the motto by which I've always tried to live my life:
F$CK 'EM IF THEY CAN'T TAKE A JOKE!"
[From the soundtrack:] "Hi! "After many
F-A-P
Wit my man Ruck and my man Rock S-T
Jus' left my man brown nose
Now we gotta sack of the black for the shows
Clothes, ain't really nuthin to me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H
I got a gal in Kalamazoo
Don't want to boast but I know
She's the toast of Kalamazoo
(Zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo, zoo)
Years
F#m D E
When you were standing helpless on the outside of the door
Bm E A
And you started
drinkin' wheat grass juice
Offended by my t-shirts, and how I behave
Just because I ain't rockin' dashiki's and braids
But if you know you ain't a bitch,
Sunday watching John McLaughlin
And having sex again and again
I'd stopped by cause Ellen had my copy of Nebraska
They never even put on their clothes
I
if we put on top of bass and a snare
This years its got to be loud and clear
[Dark Shade]
Prepare for combat like the F-14 tomcat
F.A.P. Franklin Avenue Posse, you can't stop me, 'cause my shits never sloppy
I'm always for a pack, a joint, and a burner
Flip a scene, coming from
Wound[A] up tighter than a cheap watch
Wind it [D] up and watch how the time [A] flies
Little white teeth wound around what sounds like [F] more
wszystkie polskie podwórka
Ile mam ci zapłacić by cię kupić
Będziesz rapował to co ja będę ci mówił
Rapery lansują się aż żal dupę ściska
Komercja telewizja
no role model
This F&N does not fit with Foamposites
My shooter ain't showin' no love, he chrome-hearted
He really brainless, he came in with no
the month of December
To make sure you don't forget
I got much to remember
Only because I give a F like I'm Juju Malema
To you who enter with new perceptions
tradycje więc pamiętaj o tym dobrze
Nie myl rapu z hip hopolo nie myl chodnika z ulicą
Bo to tak jak byś pomylił starą kurwę z księżniczką
Ej lepiej się nie
while you got your wood by the fire
I got my bar-b-que out with summer attire yeah
Man we all love the same
So Merry Christmas all the way from South
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