Unexpected Hit-Fes Taylor

歌手 : Fes Taylor

专辑 : M.A.S.H.

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:21

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TXT Unexpected Hit-Fes Taylor 文本歌词

Unexpected Hit - Fes Taylor

I'm makin' a unexpected hit on a sunday

And just left the bar with strippers on a runway

The feds knocked by man

For dealin' too much gunplay

You said who did what I don't say it

I'm makin' a unexpected hit on a sunday

And just left the bar with strippers on a runway

The feds knocked by man

For dealin' too much gunplay

You said who did what I don't say it

I got ounces on my brain from stressin' my life

And every chance that I get

I'm caressin' the mic

I'm at my best to fight

With a scuffed pair of nikes

If it ain't rough it ain't right

I'm a warrior for life

Tell a story I just might

Put this truth to the mic

Like sabretooth when I write

Call me the Bonecrusher

And I leak a muster

All my arab mothaf**kas

I don't throw combos I throw clusters

Lyrical abductor spiritual erupter

What the f**k did you put in that dutch

It look like haze

But you could smell it's a bluff

Enough live and survivin' here await you

I'll tell them b**ches won the bar

Daddy'll take two

I'm makin' a unexpected hit on a sunday

And just left the bar with strippers on a runway

The feds knocked by man

For dealin' too much gunplay

You said who did what

I don't say it

I'm makin' a unexpected hit on a sunday

And just left the bar

With strippers on a runway

The feds knocked by man

For dealin' too much gunplay

You said who did what I don't say it

We flip big eighths

All my sons stay with a case

I'm highly manage stay on my feet

Fly and cheddar chase

Ask the fiends who got the fat

Bags of rawest base

They say coke cook marvelous

They took it to the face

All my nigs pop bubble like

We never heard of money trouble

Hustle and plug you

And we still respect the struggle

Got styles that can't be cramped

Life ain't stamped

'Til we all pushin' Bentleys down Rembrandt

Where a man chants

Somewhere off the coast of san fran

Might ask how in closed minds be so advanced

Been so real just like I held it in my hand

Click stay live

Fes copped the black new 4-5

L I 'bout to come with daddy L S

Tell 'em b**ches "yo let's head for the door

Ain't nothin' left"

I make hits for fun

Spit like clips from guns

Then split like the jeans on

My big booty hun

I'm the one son of morpheus

Of course it's L I S

Never f**k with that flossy sh*t

Keep me a bossy b**ch

Never get my crosses crisp

Flow with nauseusness

Gil got the porsche with the spoiler kit

I done crossed the state border

With a ball of sh*t

Slang all of it and ball out

With this ballin' b**ch

She liked to gargle on my balls and sh*t

And she carry my 4-4 with bulldogs in the clip

Cuz I'm always the sh*t

And she keeps me in guns

Got me kickin' down the door

Don't nobody run

I'm makin' a unexpected hit on a sunday

And just left the bar

With strippers on a runway

The feds knocked by man

For dealin' too much gunplay

You said who did what I don't say it

I'm makin' a unexpected hit on a sunday

And just left the bar

With strippers on a runway

The feds knocked by man

For dealin' too much gunplay

You said who did what I don't say it