Bang Bang-Fes Taylor/Frankie Bells
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TXT Bang Bang-Fes Taylor/Frankie Bells 文本歌词
Bang Bang - Fes Taylor/Frankie Bells
Yeah me shots go off
I only nobody it's talking sh*t then
Yeah alright yeah yeah ok yeah
I said I been in the game
Remember me from king just
Ask who running S I
Niggas think of us
Since summer jam
Sh*t we about to hit japan
Flight 10304
Holla at me when you land
A couple grams
Got shows a couple grand
Couple schemes couple scams
No couples holding hands
Married to the game
Miami getting a tan
Hammer really jammed
Gangsta really am
My hood killa hill streets
Name speak for itself
Yeah it's when the shots rain ni**a
It's bad for your health
Yeah I got brain from
Your b**ch back of the stealth
When I bomb fly like an airplane
Wrapped it in wealth
G-5 glock plastic'll melt
When we burn out
Tell a ni**a fasten his belt and
Bring his shirt out
While niggas doing push-ups
I was giving hook-ups
So the only weight I touch
Is getting tucked up ni**a
I ain't never ran from a motherf**ker
Be damned if a motherf**ker
Ever talked tough around me
I'm a damage a motherf**ker
Cock hammers at motherf**kers
Ever try to stop me
I've been pitch'n long enough
Nows my time to shine
Nobody knows me know
I be on my grind
I'm sick and tired of being
Sick and tired so I
Gonna let these checks
Talk before my gat spark
It's my time to shine
Flip the beat
I ain't in to talking sh*t
I let the pistol speak like pistol pete
My top gun niggas
Let the missile seek
I might watch while
I sit in the jeep
I'm on some done sh*t
You on some nikki bond snitch
Nobody frank lucas
But won't harm sh*t
You won't harm sh*t
I fire arm grip
And I deodorant rappers
Under the arm pits
Like trying to calm pits
I'm off the leash
My convicts no conscience
We'll leave a ni**a dead
On your lawn b**ch
True story
Niggas better read the papers
You caught with w**d
Do police favors ni**a
Axle foley cop badge snatching your rolley
Judge I know
What happened to homey
In like two months flat
I'll be back with my co-D's
My wolves pump crack
Blunt wrap in a O Z
I ain't never ran from a motherf**ker
Be damned if a motherf**ker
Ever talked tough around me
I'm a damage a motherf**ker
Cock hammers at motherf**kers
Ever try to stop me
I've been pitch'n long enough
Nows my time to shine
Nobody knows me know
I be on my grind
I'm sick and tired of being
Sick and tired so I
Gonna let these checks
Talk before my gat spark
It's my time to shine
My swaggers crazy
Clowns try to treat me like
Bags of hazey niggas try to blaze me
Jag right to the corner store
I'm that lazy
And bag up everything gone by day three
You artists's a waste of a beat
You in too deep like J Reid
It's much safer to creep
How you choke in the city you from
I'm from the city of gods
Where bullets go through
Your kidneys and lungs
I'm a fly ni**a
Still stay pretty in the slums
Bubble gum sole on the blue
And white air ones
Fitted hat low stunt'n slow
Riding gear one
From the rotten apple
Don't compare it to a pair or plum
Long as your b**ch hair done
Then the nails is done
I stunt her on town
Drive her around
Now even the haters admire my style
The twenty sixes on the tires is wild
I ain't never ran from a motherf**ker
Be damned if a motherf**ker
Ever talked tough around me
I'm a damage a motherf**ker
Cock hammers at motherf**kers
Ever try to stop me
I've been pitch'n long enough
Nows my time to shine
Nobody knows me know
I be on my grind
I'm sick and tired of being
Sick and tired so I
Gonna let these checks
Talk before my gat spark
It's my time to shine
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Flight 10304 (T-2 Fly)专辑下载
（2013-10-30）