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FamLay Freestyle

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  • 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
  • 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