Gangster Ass Anthony-Felt

歌手 : Felt
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:45

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TXT Gangster Ass Anthony-Felt 文本歌词

Gangster Ass Anthony (Explicit) - Felt
You can't f**k with the felt flow
All the sh*t that you talking don't help you grow
Mad face can't wait to catch you man made elbow
You see mee say hello
When I leave say helll no
I'm not an assh*le I'm a perfectionist
Travel the globe to have s*x with pessemist
My my doctor and my excorsist
All suggest that we come here to wreck your sh*t
It's the treacherous
Two plus Ant
If we can't do it
Who the f**k can
They claim king that was claim slave to the ringtone
I smell p**sy in the bacon that you bring home
The fistf**king is function in this function
Enough to justify
Shutting down you're production
Get off the mic go straight at ya life for
One of these mc's puts it on you're wife
Your girlfriend got her panties off once again
One naughty nasty sh*t that I done to her friend
So once again it's on motherf**ker
And you won't do sh*t
You a b**ch so f**k you
I didn't like myself this morning when I woke up
So keep talking sh*t like I won't loc up
From p cokak we don't stop
When the police come
Than the heat go poppin'
Now we stopping we go in the house
You can get you're time for just try to show out
I'm trying to roll out
No doubt
Comming to take ya ho out
Popping that junk
Young punk what you know about
Felt 2 me and slug comming trough
When we serving these suckers like may I help you
Supersize when we ride on these busters
Murs two times with the l motherf**ker
Man who the hell are you
Trying bark trough
This is my episode and it don't co star you
So shut you're f**king mouth
If you don't know what you talking about
Get on you're cellphone
Call her
Tell him
Now you running my name to the mud again
Who I f**k ain't none of you're bussines
What I lick or suck man mind you're b**chness
And that's b**chness
Not
You ain't proffesional punk
You're a pimp's assistant
You ride shotgun
I try to whip fool
P**sy don't drive this car
B**ch dick do
And if I hit you it's a knockout
You strowed in but I bet ya won't walkout
007 3735963
That's the code if you wanna f**k with me
You want a hit
Give me a dollar plus a beer and some head
Yo ant turn up the snare till my eardrums turn red
This is for my people waking up and burn in bed
And this is for my people waking up to earn the rent
I didn't come start no message
I paid at the entrance I wasn't on the guestlist
Had a few beverage than left
Because the rappers hookers and extras
Weren't to impresive
Dirty something getting closer to the turkey stuffing
Thirty husbands victem of a mercy snuffing
Birdy bugging on the botom line
But I'm bussing of the wine so everything is fine
Put you're hands in the air
Like you happy to have
Hands
I'm jump up and down like I'm happy to have fans
It's all stay away from the pistols and
On the bigger things
Peace to Ricky James