Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FTW, artist - Chuck Inglish. Album song Everybody's Big Brother, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.12.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Sounds like Fun
Song language: English
FTW |
Walked in this bitch, man we trying to fuck it up |
I’m losing my section man we came to bust it up |
Glock on my hip, so they won’t catch me slipping |
We ain’t fucking with you niggas, man we trying to get these bitches |
The dope man had to take some time out the kitchen |
The dope man had to take some time out the kitchen |
We ain’t fucking with you niggas we came for the bitches |
We ain’t fucking with you niggas we came for these bitches |
Ice sauce dripping fresh up out the pot boy |
Small talking won’t get you far boy |
Put my arm in the top and whip it |
Like a broke stove in the kitchen |
Hey i came down like a riding slab |
But i came out like a situation |
We use to split five at the tennis court |
Now we going to drop the top up in the leisure |
Hey i walk in with beef in the lighter man |
And now we about to get a 100 grand |
I need a mill plus a hundred more |
Rest sent straight to the floor |
Hey she love the way that we be flexing |
Light skin ass fat in houston Texas |
Now I’m on a lean like a country seal |
Now I’m on a lean like i cracked the ceiling |
Open this bitch baby I’m trying to fuck it out |
Norkles in my section man yea we trying to bust it up |
Locked on my hips so they won’t catch me |
Fucking with you niggers I’m trying to fuck these bitches |
Dope man had to take some time off kitchen |
Dope man had to take some time off kitchen |
We ain’t fucking with you man I’m trying to get these bitches |
We just fucking with you nigga we just came for these bitches ass |
I was 400 degrees fresh out the juvi |
Running through bagging for a 100 |
I would have killed |
Store Tyre rear hot block on fire |
100 G’s at the top spot set off admire |
Break dance the whole bag in a heartbeat |
Posted up in the track while strapped in the car seat |
Screamiong free my nigga puple game rule Bruno |
In the kitchen wrist flick |
Trying to roll me up a huge blow |
With six game chain wrist game |
Hurricane cane Hugo sipping all this drain |
Got me somewhere up in pluto |
Mix the water with the soda |
The starter got the others where they got me |
Yo all day lookin dope like my aunt molly |
My wrist rollin trips talking four five six |
It’s a ladies night break the ice |
On the dice right quick like your wife think twice |
I don’t like that shit |
Spilling activist drips on my all white fits |
I had the ball white 10's |
The clocks in all white 10's |
The four door side on my daughter all white benz |
Cause i got you a job i hope you good with your hands |
I just tossed you a lot now pay me back when you can |
Eggs in the pans she’s greasing the pot |
I burn on low i don’t want to burn down your house |
Just toaster in the juice pancake in the box |
Girl can you really cook or we ordering out |
Walked in this bitch and we trying to fuck it up |
I’m losing my section man I’m trying to bust it up |
Glocks on my hips so they won’t catch me slipping |
I ain’t fucking with you man I’m trying to get these bitches |
The dope man had to take some time off kitchen |
The dope man had to take some time off kitchen |
We ain’t fucking with you man I’m trying to get these bitches |
We just fucking with you nigga we just came for these bitches ass |
From the whipping |