Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Billi, artist - Fekky. Date of issue: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Billi |
| Yeah |
| On my greaze right now |
| We’re on that |
| Whatever you’re on, we’re on that, fam |
| Trust me |
| Local |
| Let’s go |
| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
| Yeah, sorry to my mum |
| Live by the gun, I ain’t putting mine down, yeah |
| Hating niggas everywhere |
| They wanna lick man down, yeah |
| Fekky, baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow, yeah |
| Talking beef? |
| Fucking punk |
| Look at you now, yeah |
| Fekky, baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow, yeah |
| Baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow |
| You don’t wanna take my life |
| Wanna take my life |
| Check it, so we gotta buy more straps |
| Gotta bake more pies |
| Yeah, you don’t wanna talk my name |
| Wanna spread them lies |
| Catch him on the road |
| And make a badboy run for his life, yeah |
| Hard of hearing |
| But he’ll listen with a gun in his spine |
| Man will take one of yours |
| You ain’t even gotta take one of mine |
| Yeah, Young Spray |
| I’m talking bare carbine |
| Yeah, Fekky |
| I ain’t been this greazy in time |
| I got rich out the bando |
| Hating niggas can’t handle |
| Your girl said she was singing my song |
| And it went off the handle |
| Yeah, fuckboy talking shit on wax |
| Man will blow out your candle |
| Head get mangled and dangled |
| If I hear man find my angle |
| Yeah, these breddas ain’t got your back |
| Trust me, brudda, they’ll cheat you |
| These bruddas wanna run to the feds? |
| Baow, baow, baow, baow, baow |
| Yeah, sorry to my mum |
| Live by the gun, I ain’t putting mine down, yeah |
| Hating niggas everywhere |
| They wanna lick man down, yeah |
| Fekky, baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow, yeah |
| Talking beef? |
| Fucking punk |
| Look at you now, yeah |
| Fekky, baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow, yeah |
| Baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow |
| You don’t wanna take my life |
| Wanna take my life |
| Check it, so we gotta buy more straps |
| Gotta bake more pies |
| Fekky |
| I don’t wanna play no more |
| I don’t wanna sit in no room and hear niggas dem |
| Talking 'bout the game no more |
| Yeah |
| It ain’t the same no more |
| I’m back with a bang on a new wave |
| Billi sauce |
| Yeah, don’t compare me to dem man, fam |
| Look at my shirt |
| I really blazed that nigga that time |
| I put in my work |
| Can’t type me up up on Google, fam |
| And check up my worth |
| But I still pull up in that Range like |
| Skrrr, skrrr, skrrr |
| I got rich out the bando |
| Hating niggas can’t handle |
| Your girl said she was singing my song |
| And it went off the handle |
| Yeah, fuckboy talking shit on wax |
| Man will blow out your candle |
| Head get mangled and dangled |
| If I hear man find my angle |
| These niggas ain’t got no cajones, man |
| Where’s your sauce, man? |
| Yo |
| Billi sauce |
| Yeah, hating on me 'cause my chick’s badder than yours |
| Billi sauce |
| I’d hate me too 'cause my bitch badder than yours |
| Yo, Fekky, billi sauce |
| Yeah, sorry to my mum |
| Live by the gun, I ain’t putting mine down, yeah |
| Hating niggas everywhere |
| They wanna lick man down, yeah |
| Baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow |
| Baow, baow, baow |
| Baow, baow, look at me now |