Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fig Newtons, artist - Bambu.
Date of issue: 14.03.2013
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |