Cancion : Foogba
Artista : Fat Nick
Album : Fat Camp
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-foogba-de-fat-nick


Flexin wit yo bitch
Yeah i know that im the shit
We running through this shit

Bitch 5 digits on the check
Sippin heart attack
Yeah my kidneys wit the shits
Oh you want, yeah you want it
Oh you really, really want it
Thirty 40s poppin now
Pinch you in your dead hometown
Can't pull out im passing out
And wake me up im stunning now
Beamer engine burning now
Swisher blunt some action now
Euro clothes now ima smush n
Dick em down and kick em out
Smash we go'n smash
Burning blunts we dont smoke glass
What you want? smoking strong
Got your bitch down to her thong
Windows down, choppers up
Greaser bot you outta luck
We go'n catch you, light ignite you
Right that go'n look like raichu
We dont dug, give no fucks
Middle fingers up to cops
Blonde hair, super trunks, hot boxing, on my drugs
What you want? looking dumb
Trap to trap we do for fun
Pistols holding up your
Tongue
This dick go'n get you oh
So sprung
Rolling through this shit
Go'n got my bank out counterfeit
Got a fifth inside my swisher
We finessin out this shit
Can't hold down i got my bitch
Trappin rappin got me rich
If you wit it then im wit
Lets go do some some bad ass shit
Yes im rich as shit
My main hoe tweaking bitch
A 30 in the hammer
We go'n get this one all
Handled
Bout it bitch i said lets go
Downing bentlys, moving slow
Pussy boy i know you is
I really, really know you is
Never gave no fucks
Dropped out 9th grade
And now im global
Got a fifth inside my soda
Switching lanes across my rover
And she geeking, yeah she geeking
Non the reason, been the reason
Yea my bitch can't even see me
Flexin wit yo bitch
Yeah i know that im the shit
We running through this shit
Bitch 5 digits on the check
Sippin heart attack
Yeah my kidneys wit the shits
Oh you want, yeah you want it
Oh you really, really want it
My momma said stop juggin
Said she really, really worried
Throwed herself a couple hundreds
Now the shit a different story
Chewin xans, been a man
Fuck a bitch can't trust no bitch
In my pockets couple grand
In my swisher couples grams
Flexin on a bitch
Dont even let her suck my dick
Bae then maybe be my sweater
Bloody ink on my love letter
If you try me, giving medals
Swear to god im going mental
Pussyrot, the mouth so gental
Reynolds bitch stay in your camo
Thumper talked im in this shit
Breaking hearts, some dreamboat shit
Squallow won't we stomp your shit
No time for shit we talking shit
Just make on call they after you
50 shells get stuck like glue
Can no bitch ever make me jump
Going up no going down
I swear to go we made it now
Trasher T's my Dapper dream
Oh satan won't you hang with me?
Wavy pussy, say lets dream
Gone i fleed, i slowly breath
Model bitch she fuck with me
I jog and run, fuck STD's


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