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FamLay Freestyle

アーティスト:Clipse  アルバム:Lord Willin'  作詞:HUGO CHAD/THORNTON GENE ELLIOT JR/THORNTON TERRENCE LE VARR  作曲:HUGO CHAD/THORNTON GENE ELLIOT JR/THORNTON TERRENCE LE VARR 

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(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 shit I ever spoke So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga 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 shit the average man just wont try Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun I'm FamLay, and when my fucking 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


投稿者: PetitLyrics
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