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Big Sean – FFOE

Big Sean
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исполнитель Big Sean

жанр R’n’B

длительность 04:10

размер 9.53 MB

битрейт 320 kbps

загружено MC.Searcher

The best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches And that’s what you gon' get any time you fuckin' with us Finally Famous, what’s up? I’m on the west side of my city Ridin' round like a tour guide With that white girl she got a tongue ring That might as well be a bullseye She half naked walking 'round this bitch I almost thought I was poolside Tryna raw dog my… (oh!) Like her tubes tied but that’s suicide! One time for my niggas who made something out of nothing — Cause you could lose it all my nigga look at David Ruffin «You could lose it twice as fast as you got it» Got it — that’s what my grandma told me And you’ve got to be a dumb dumb dumb motherfucker Not to listen to what you hear from the OG’s Rollin' OG 'til I G-O Yeah G-O, nigga, add an O-D That’s what I rep, nigga, 'til I O-D Collecting everything that this world owes me I told my Momma grab you any kind of car Girl cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are Back to it — to the game I am committed My intentions: stay persistent Workin' overtime like we get paid off commissions And my wrist bliss, work Ms. Gliss, man I ain’t got time like my wristlit No bitch fit, just a fit bitch Who’s only job is to make me feel terrific Now we going strong, we’ll be going going gone, 'til we on I’m on the east side of my city Ridin' round like it’s «Doomsday» And if you keep pushing my buttons Might fuck around and be a «Tomb Day» Don’t let go of her hand Or it might be «Big-Sean-In-Her-Womb Day» «Congratulations, dog!» man, that’s what the whole room say I want money and security for all of my descendants We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands cemented If you don’t fuck with my songs Man, you gotta fuck with the intention Tryna get my fam and friends-es Behind Benz-es, and Cartier lenses, woah I believe I can fly, I believe I’m the man I believe in God Man, they sending shots, shots, shots, shots Like they don’t believe I can die Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop A legend in the making — Fuck whoever told me I’m not Now we going strong, we’ll be going going gone, 'til we on
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