Broken Wings-Fes Taylor

歌手 : Fes Taylor

专辑 : Flight 10304 (T-2 Fly)

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:24

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TXT Broken Wings-Fes Taylor 文本歌词

Broken Wings - Fes Taylor

Knowing he can't fly fly

To fly baby

Would you take the bar

From a little bity baby

And you know he gonna cry

You take the food out

My son mouth you stupid

Before I see him cry

I pull my gun out and shoot it

I got b**ches run around

Boosted my crew flip

Like chinese niggas in

Kung fu flicks

Me and L I S siamese twins

What's closer than that

I pin niggas to the wall

Like a poster with tacks

No homo niggas talk sh*t

Hoping I won't clap

So I point it at they face

They like don't do that

Rappers on major labels

And they don't go gold

I'm an independent artist

Did more than what you sold

Clowns run around put dirt on my name

Til I spaz out dirt on they

Frame I bury niggas like

Portersfield bodies

I'm from staten island

Home of the real gotti

Killah hill lobbies

I'm by the elevator

F**k it will I tell a hater

I hate me to sh*t

I'm getting hella paper

2 fly too high lower class niggas

Pull up in the new five

Blowing past niggas

Standing on the corner

Where cops harass niggas

Plus we got beats so

Choppers'll blast niggas

We choppers newsflash

Niggas these new a** niggas

Is a** niggas better

Ask niggas ask niggas

See the last niggas try

To ban the word ni**a

Go ahead sue me f**k it

I got cash ni**a

God know why

Gun on my hip who running the strip

I have hoes loving the

Dick some of them strip

Quicker than I can turn

Ten grams into a brick

I was raised in the

Zoo of animal ever since

Haters pissed 'cause

I stay with the latest sh*t

Hip hop minds treat it

Like my favorite b**ch

Greatest to spit basement

Cable to switch

We getting MTV money we rich

Homey you still chasing G money sh*t

My pace'll get me a million

Know you niggas is sick

Stomach turning I bubble

Earning I f**k with vernon

My ni**a sean caught

A case out in N C

Now I'm the don replace

Cars with a bentley

What up papi L I S can't

Make it so he sent me

I stuff empty bags I play empty labs

But I don't f**k with dirty

Hoes prolly give me crabs

I get plenty a** rather

Them give me cash

My ni**a jimmy past

So I let the semi blast

My energy bast goku's

Highest rated

Soul on stage perform

Like the iron maiden

Shock the globe kinda

Like you trying raiden

But still got a kind heart

Like my uncle ramon

You can't tame him 'cause

I'm a wild wolf

How could you blame him even

Cages couldn't change him

Famous or not I still

Cook it up like

Amos on the block we

Entertainers that'll pop

Your time ticking like

Satan on the clock

So when I tell him go to hell

I'm just waiting for a shot

God know why