Paroles de la chanson Y.A.F.W.M. par Peezy
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Paroles de la chanson Y.A.F.W.M. par Peezy
(Royal House on the beat)
Yeah, bah, bah, bah
Bah
Yeah
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, niggas ain't fuckin' with me at all
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, I said, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Yeah, Ghetto
Venice army jacket on with a pair of Timbs, huh
Every day we come outside, you know we play to win, huh
Drivin' like it's GTA in a pair of Benzes
Fuck on two best friends, ruin they whole friendship
Yeah, bah, bah, bah
Bah
Yeah
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, niggas ain't fuckin' with me at all
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, I said, these niggas ain't fuckin' with me
Yeah, Ghetto
Venice army jacket on with a pair of Timbs, huh
Every day we come outside, you know we play to win, huh
Drivin' like it's GTA in a pair of Benzes
Fuck on two best friends, ruin they whole friendship
See it with your own eyes, you gotta witness this shit
Heavy politickin', I be out New York in the mix
I'm a legend in the DMV, I'm known for takin' them trips
And I know OGs who just came home takin' hits
Let me chill and slow it down, I'm probably talkin' too much
You know the shit I'm spittin' facts, it probably get me locked up
First time tryna cook, I couldn't make it lock up
You couldn't even sell a zip, it probably take you a month
I ain't talkin' 'bout the speakers, I got bass in the trunk
They front the bag, but once I sell it all, I'm takin' my cut
I mix the profit with the cop fare, I'm stockin' 'em up
Heavy politickin', I be out New York in the mix
I'm a legend in the DMV, I'm known for takin' them trips
And I know OGs who just came home takin' hits
Let me chill and slow it down, I'm probably talkin' too much
You know the shit I'm spittin' facts, it probably get me locked up
First time tryna cook, I couldn't make it lock up
You couldn't even sell a zip, it probably take you a month
I ain't talkin' 'bout the speakers, I got bass in the trunk
They front the bag, but once I sell it all, I'm takin' my cut
I mix the profit with the cop fare, I'm stockin' 'em up
I sell a half soft, the other half, I'm rockin' it up
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, y'all ain't fuckin' with me
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me at all, I said, y'all ain't fuckin' with me, yeah
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, y'all ain't fuckin' with me
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me at all, u'all ain't fuckin' with me
Come on
Bah
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, y'all ain't fuckin' with me
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me at all, I said, y'all ain't fuckin' with me, yeah
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me, my dog, y'all ain't fuckin' with me
Y'all ain't fuckin' with me at all, u'all ain't fuckin' with me
Come on
Bah
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