Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song FFOE , by - Big Sean. Song from the album Detroit, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 21.08.2017
Record label: MBE
Song language: English
FFOE |
| The best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches |
| I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches |
| I got the best drinks, good tree, and bad bitches |
| And that’s what you gon’get anytime you fuckin’with us Finally Famous, what’s up? |
| I’m on the west side of my city |
| Ridin’round like a tour guide |
| With that white girl she got a tongue ring |
| That might as well be a bullseye |
| She half naked walking 'round this bitch |
| I almost thought I was poolside |
| Tryna raw dog my… (oh!) |
| Like her tubes tied but that’s suicide! |
| One time for my niggas who made something out of nothing — |
| Cause you could lose it all my nigga look at they’ve been roughin' |
| «You could lose it twice as fast as you got it» |
| Got it — that’s what my grandma told me And you’ve got to be a dumb dumb dumb motherfucker not to listen to what you |
| hear from the OG’s |
| Rollin’OG |
| 'til I G-O |
| Yeah G-O, nigga, add an O-D |
| That’s what I rep, nigga, 'til I O-D |
| Collecting everything that this world owes me I told my Momma grab you any kind of car |
| Girl cause you my shining star, I love you everywhere you are |
| Back to it — to the game I am committed |
| My intentions: stay persistent |
| Workin’overtime like we get paid off commissions |
| And my wrist bliss, work |
| Ms. Gliss, man I ain’t got time like my wrist slit |
| No bitch fit, just a fit bitch |
| Who only drive bitch to make me feel terrific |
| Now we going strong, we’ll be going going gone, 'til we on |
| I’m on the east side of my city |
| Ridin’round like it’s «Doomsday» |
| And if you keep pushing my buttons |
| Might fuck around and be a «Tomb Day» |
| Don’t let go of her hand — |
| Or it might be «Big-Sean-In-Her-Womb Day» |
| «Congratulations, dog!» |
| Man, that’s what the whole room say |
| I want money and security for all of my descendants |
| We up in Hollywood, tryna get our hands some «in it» |
| If you don’t fuck with my songs, man, you gotta fuck with the intention |
| Tryna get my fam and friends-es |
| Behind Benz-es, and cartier lenses — woah |
| I believe I’m the man |
| Man, they sending shots, shots, shots, shots |
| Like they don’t believe I can die |
| Man, fuck whoever used to tell me to stop |
| A legend in the making — |
| Fuck whoever told me I’m not |
| Now we going strong, we’ll be going going gone, 'til we on |