FamLay Freestyle歌词

作曲 : Hugo, Johnson, Williams
(feat. FamLay)
(FamLay & (Pharrell))
It ain't nothin
y'all can teach me
I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea
See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya slee-py
Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me
Or tryna creep me, the realist *******t I ever spoke
So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat
This *******t is like 2-11 mixed wit coke
Leave you spinning like the tennis ******* in ya spoke, *******
Dark secrets, man I wont lie
They came to the light a man is gon' die
All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry
Cause I did *******t the average man just wont try
Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun
I'm FamLay, and when my ******* chance come
I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit
See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it
See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is real
My *******s come in here, my *******s come to kill
And I dare y'all to try and diss us
See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss
Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground
FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, *******
Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta)
Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me boy
(Pharrell)
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
*******s, bang, bang, *******es, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang
*******s, bang, bang, *******es, bang, bang