Lyrics sgpwes – Fr

Fr Lyrics – sgpwes

Singer: sgpwes
Title: Fr

Cody
ZaySkillz
Mingo
Mhm, hmm

Yeah, uh, yeah
I’m finna go run it up, again
Don’t even know why he callin’ me twin
That n#gg# broke, why your pockets so thin?

Yeah, my pockets, they look like a
I get so high that I’m touchin’ the roof
That n#gg# broke and it’s crazy [Ha
Stupid lil’ b#tch tryna play me

And he don’t wanna race me
He tried to copy and paste me [Yeah
My b#tch, she bad, and she Blasian
Bullets turn hot, they gon’ blaze him [Yeah, yeah

I f#ck that ho, we ain’t datin’
No, I can’t have a relation
Money, it’s on the equation
He try to run, we gon’ chase him [Yeah

I like to wеar Prada and sh#t [Ugh
He mad ’cause I’m f#ckin’ his b#tch [Yeah
Thеse n#gg#s, they stay on my dick
They mad ’cause I’m goin’ up quick [Ha

I spent me a bag on my wrist
I got my [Blick], I ain’t goin’ for sh#t
I got a bag, she goin’ for it
I’m on the road, tourin’ and sh#t [Yeah

I think I made his tuition [Yeah
That b#tch a thot, I won’t kiss her [Yeah
Playin’, we send him to [Yeah
Playin’, we send him to [Yeah

I skrt off in the Benz [Yeah
We turn that boy to a trend [Yeah
We put that boy on a [Yeah
Yeah

[Bee
I’m sick
n#gg# really thought he could pull my b#tch
Tried to shoot yo’ shot and you mo’f#ckin’ bricked

He talkin’ sh#t, he get hit with the brick
I got the gun, it came from the ship
These n#gg#s chihuahuas, b#tch, I’m a pit
n#gg#, you could get shot by association, I don’t give a f#ck ’bout who you with

Why all these b#tch #ss n#gg#s tryna diss?
n#gg#, where yo’ flag at if you a cryp?
My n#gg#s don’t chit-chat, b#tch, we rip
n#gg#, you a Kit Kat, you could get split

n#gg# got killed and nobody knows
KA$HDAMI, I’m the mo’f#ckin’ goat
Got a with the sight on
Your b#tch on my dick and she tryna bone

n#gg#s want smoke, then I’m givin’ ’em asthma
b#tch, I’m a big blood, no plasma
n#gg#s be food, put ’em on a platter
n#gg# tried to grab my gun, so you know that I smacked ’em

I already won, n#gg# this the
I only spit truth, like a mo’f#ckin’ pastor
KA$HDAMI just keep goin’ up, n#gg# I’m climbin’ the ladder [Bah]
[Yeah

I got that bag for real
I got the clamps of steel [Ha
Just like banana, get peeled
I think I might sign a deal

I got the fire, damn, the drill
I bet you not payin’ yo’ bills
I need the bands, I’m so for real
My b#tch, she bad
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