Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song She Might Call The Feds, artist - Cypher CliqueDate of issue: 17.08.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
She Might Call The Feds |
| She might call the feds, ask her what she said |
| Ask me what I make, I say I got a M. Ed |
| I’m all up in her head, money like I’m Chad |
| Money like I’m Chet, money like I’m dead |
| I said she might call the feds, ask her what she said |
| Money like I’m Chad, money like I’m Brett |
| Money like I’m Ned, money like I’m Fred |
| Money like I’m Chet, money like I’m Fred |
| Say like «She might call the fds» |
| Met her at the… At the party |
| I was off a Percocet, she was on Bacardi |
| She called the feds and she kind of left me dead |
| And I’m climb up a mountain, litter, code red |
| But I’m due for affliction, due for addiction |
| Weed and addiction, I was on friction |
| The way I touched her, the way fucked her |
| Treat her like lint on my shit, the way I plucked her |
| Rub it like Aladdin, travel like Jasmine |
| I just popped an addy, I don’t know what happen |
| But I’ll tell you one thing, I just bagged this bad bitch |
| Travel across the atlas, smoking on cabbage |
| She want me to stay but you know I gotta go |
| Everyday I’m getting laid, I’m fuckin' all type of hoes |
| I’m amazed by her grace, she give me brain, she give me throat |
| Ima stick to the code cause that’s just all I know, that’s for sure |
| She might call the feds, ask her what she said |
| Ask me what I make, I say I got a M. Ed |
| I’m all up in her head, money like I’m Chad |
| Money like I’m Chet, money like I’m dead |
| I said she might call the feds, ask her what she said |
| Money like I’m Chad, money like I’m Brett |
| Money like I’m Ned, money like I’m Fred |
| Money like I’m Chet, money like I’m Fred |
| Say like «She might call the feds» |
| Bitches in bed, bitches give me head, jizzing on their head |
| Heard just what I said, money like I’m Fred |
| Money like I’m Ted, fuck her like I’m Ned |
| Fuck her like a nerd, shitting like a turd |
| Pissing like a bird, flipping all the birds |
| Cussin' out the teach, sippin' on the bleach |
| Suck it like a leech, come on shorty preach |
| I said she might give me head |
| All the fuckin' time, just wanna rhyme |
| Riding with a dime, smoking on the pine |
| Getting on the head, jizzing in my bed |
| Heard just what I said |
| And I think it’s going back now, I order rounds in the background |
| Clap now, like fuck your man yeah fuck that that clown |
| A wrap now, like you don’t know how to act now |
| The Jack Brown, got pretty girls on their backs now |
| She might call the feds, ask her what she said |
| Ask me what I make, I say I got a M. Ed |
| I’m all up in her head, money like I’m Chad |
| Money like I’m Chet, money like I’m dead |
| I said she might call the feds, ask her what she said |
| Money like I’m Chad, money like I’m Brett |
| Money like I’m Ned, money like I’m Fred |
| Money like I’m Chet, money like I’m Fred |
| Say like «She might call the feds» |