Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fig Newtons , by - Bambu. Release date: 14.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fig Newtons , by - Bambu. Fig Newtons |
| It’s Buck Taylor, world infamous |
| Ask 'em and you’ll buy |
| Soul Assassin where we make music and practice muay thai |
| Shoot nines at targets in the shape of types |
| I believe those the type that try to take my life |
| By trading money on the board |
| Sell me shit I can’t afford |
| Obama part of the system and he just got four more |
| More tours if I could just to keep me out the hood |
| Just to keep me on the road, keep my pocket’s slow |
| Keep that product flow coming |
| J’s by the hundreds |
| Chris Dorner on the corner shooting dice, homie fuck it |
| We gon' buy a forty ounce and politic the whole night away |
| I stay in the middle of where the cops and robbers play |
| Hey |
| I love a brown skin woman |
| I got no follow up |
| Huh, and all my sister’s go… |
| And all the women go… |
| Follow me… |
| I know you can’t see what I’m doing. |
| Just try to picture what I’m doing and do |
| the same thing. |
| Feel safe. |
| You good here. |
| Trust |
| Maaaaan |
| They keep killing black people on Walking Dead so I switched |
| Breaking Bad been my shit that 40 ounce got me blitz |
| Eating Fig Newton’s reading 'bout pigs shooting up Asian ladies |
| Television reality is making our babies lazy |
| Crazy maybe, even I’m thieving my air time |
| Just to get the message out on how we short on our time |
| Sign of our times |
| Written in L.C.D. |
| screen lights |
| With sponsorship from a media outlet that tells lies |
| The cycle is sick and not the kind of sick that Big Duke is |
| The kind of sick that only get injected by the stupid |
| Losing sight of our blood line |
| Look at how this rap is |
| Shit that rappers hate is the shit that rapper’s make |
| And I give up like I’m tapping, tell the ref to get him off me |
| Empty bottle, fully drunk, I need to chase it with coffee |
| And I’m prolly gonna puff |
| Pockets on stuck |
| Let’s see if my baby mama can spare me a couple bucks |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| Out the Gate | 2011 |
| The Arrival | 2011 |
| No Fuss | 2011 |
| Like Us | 2011 |
| Quit | 2011 |
| Los Angeles Times ft. Louden, Bambu, Dye | 2016 |
| America | 2011 |
| Make Change | 2011 |
| A Dollar | 2011 |
| Vet | 2013 |
| Unity ft. D.U.S.T., Bambu | 2015 |