No Privacy - YFG FATSO.mp3

No Privacy - YFG FATSO.mp3
[00:00.000] 作词 : Christop...
[00:00.000] 作词 : Christopher Mosley
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Christopher Mosley
[00:04.410] Debo
[00:09.220] Dante, you snapped on this one
[00:11.820] Oh, you some demon nigga?
[00:13.300] Go-ski bring demons with him
[00:14.890] The Reapers hunt, can't run from us, they feigning to come kill him
[00:17.870] I grabbed his soul his blood was rushin' all down my arm
[00:20.160] We tap heads and ain't no flags and false alarms
[00:21.940] It's beef, we goin' to get 'em
[00:23.710] My bitch get mad I'm out with hoes, she tryna leave a nigga
[00:26.470] Don't care if he bulletproof the truck my opps still can't go leave (?)
[00:29.110] They call me, "Gang Sergeant", now I just make music
[00:30.920] Don't say that I'm in it
[00:32.040] Never leave the city, he just get souls, lil' bro my Chi' raq killer
[00:35.450] It's money on somebody head, who you think finna know about it?
[00:38.010] You was just a lil' dude with a name, you ain't do it, how you think we gon' go about it?
[00:41.050] Was really my man's we used to go spin, I pull up, blow smoke about him
[00:44.080] I don't gotta talk, just raise my hand, they gon' come catch that body
[00:46.930] I ****ed yo' bitch forreal, for sure tho', it ain't no problem
[00:50.060] I just landed in the U.S.A, I feel like Miley Cyrus
[00:53.050] We gon' come through bumpin' guns, dumpin', you don't wanna get us started
[00:56.090] Black track, plus them bitches gotta big thumper, they out here throwin' a party
[00:59.620] Imma slide to make sum ugly, I'm showin' them niggas I'm wit' it
[01:01.960] I already did everything that you wanna go do I ain't gotta beg for credit
[01:04.980] We inside of yo' city like we the Army and most of us holdin' on switches
[01:07.850] I can use my face card for them B's but I swipe off for credit
[01:11.160] Oh, you some demon nigga?
[01:12.200] Go-ski bring demons with him
[01:13.770] The Reapers hunt, can't run from us, they feigning to come kill him
[01:16.730] I grabbed his soul, his blood was rushin' all down my arms
[01:18.800] We tap heads and ain't no flags and false alarms
[01:21.170] It's beef, we goin' to get 'em
[01:22.650] My bitch get mad I'm out with hoes, she tryna leave a nigga
[01:25.020] Don't care if he bulletproof the truck, my opps still can't go leave (?)
[01:27.900] They call me, "Gang Sergeant", now I just make music
[01:29.750] Don't say that I'm in it
[01:31.210] Never leave the city, he just get souls, lil' bro my Chi' raq killer
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