Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FuFu, artist - Edai. Date of issue: 15.12.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
FuFu |
| Why you acting funny with your funny ass, aye |
| For a show, bitch, I need a hundred cash, aye |
| Don’t make me put 600 boys up on your ass, aye |
| With all that fufu shit I just don’t understand, aye |
| Acting fufu Ima tell my youngin’s blast 'em |
| Headshot, I know, damn, his momma sad huh? |
| Smoking tooka I just grabbed it out the bag, aye |
| You lil fufu ass bitch I know you mad, aye |
| I cop a 'Maro just so I can fuckin' drag race |
| I hit the sport button on 'em, he think he passed me? |
| I smack a hooker and she say I make her ass ache |
| Finnese a hundred bands but that shit didn’t last me |
| I’m rolling like a bitch, bitch I’m uppin' Cascade |
| I’m rolling while I’m rolling, bitch I’m in the fast lane |
| Them blue lights on me, bitch you gotta catch me |
| I do the dash on 'em, I just passed 160 |
| I say hold up I got asthma, now catch my breath |
| Call my old bitch she look badder, say to myself |
| If I see her Ima smash her, she off a gram |
| And I know her man got mad at me, but I dont care |
| Cause he dont wanna fucking fight doe, damn |
| Have my shorties up them pipes on 'em |
| And send them shells they have his life on 'em |
| On 600, we Black Discip’s homie |
| I ride with Famous he got pipe on him |
| I pipe your bitch I got the pipe on her |
| Cause if you walking ain’t no fighting homie |
| I gotta do you and your wife homie |
| They say King Koopa all she talk about |
| Wanna see my gun, bitch what you talking 'bout |
| He wanna brick don’t know what he talking 'bout |
| We send some shots if you gon' run your mouth |
| And them shooters run up in your house |
| If you a shooter, we can shoot it out |
| I touch a million, I need a new account |
| And every week its a new amount |
| I say look bitch I be banding, I chase that wealth |
| Bitch I’m too real to be dancing, so save that there |
| And this bitch talking bout romancing, don’t do that there |
| Hit that cut and then we blasting, we wasting shells |
| I be with BD’s and some Vice Lords, from out West |
| And them niggas got them pipes blowing, to your chest |
| You gonna see your fucking life gone, 4−15−12 |
| Put with .40 with a thirty now I see like fifteen 12's |
| Sneak dissing on the internet, don’t do that there |
| Well you talking like you into that, we lose you there |
| Hit yo' block and then we run you down, what shoes you wear? |
| Put this nina in your mouth lil boy, now chew that there |