Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gossip, artist - Fekky. Date of issue: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Gossip |
| What’s all the gossiping ting? |
| Niggas know my style, I’m a boss in this ting |
| Get your facts right, act right, don’t act like |
| Big Fekky never buss my ting |
| I get money, yeah, you know that, king |
| Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my ting |
| And these niggas wanna hate on the ting |
| Fuck 'em, they wasn’t with us in the first place |
| Catch me on the road, getting that dough |
| That’s my next brick when I move that next O |
| Drive the best whips, rock the best clothes |
| Watch me bag a bad bitch, take her to my next show |
| Mum said am I in country, said a bit of both |
| Cut down trees and I shovel up snow |
| Ain’t gotta say much, most these niggas know |
| If I make the phone call, everyting’s a go, go, go |
| Cuh I used to be a used-to |
| That little nigga, dem chicks drew abuse to |
| Shit that I’ve been through would send a nigga cuckoo |
| All that bad luck, Mum blamed it on voodoo |
| Now 2 2, man had to move two food |
| Couple bags, one scale and two Qs |
| Me and F hit the strip like some cool dudes |
| The strip, darg, I’ll show you how to move food |
| Now it’s big whips and leather |
| Tag a quick chick just to feel the different weather |
| Everyone’s a G, everybody thinks they’re clever |
| We don’t give a fuck, ain’t expecting any better |
| Brandy on the rocks, brandy on the rocks |
| Nigga, watch 'em how you’re talking to a boss |
| I can take a hit, I can take a loss |
| But I can’t take these fuckboys acting like they’re us |
| What’s all the gossiping ting? |
| Niggas know my style, I’m a boss in this ting |
| Get your facts right, act right, don’t act like |
| Big Fekky never buss my ting |
| I get money, yeah, you know that, king |
| Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my ting |
| And these niggas wanna hate on the ting |
| Fuck 'em, they wasn’t with us in the first place |
| Big Hollowman and Mr Bu Bu Bang |
| Think you can run up on man? |
| I bet you wouldn’t, fam |
| Pitched like whole leap of man that’s got that Buju Ban' |
| Switch like put it on man, I want that footage, man |
| Bitch like Polly and Pam, they got their pissy pants |
| Bitch, palm of my hand, I’ve got that pussy stamped |
| Bitch wan' call up her man, I give that pussy thanks |
| Quick little party for man, I’ve got that pussy amped |
| Ooh, MAC shots to the crack spots |
| Yeah, I went from cash flops to the jackpot |
| I went from dat block to the Ascot |
| They call me Rap Dan, I’m the mascot |
| I put the blap blap in the rucksack |
| Then put the rucksack in the stash spot |
| Look what the cat dragged, what the cat got |
| We’re cooking that crack in the crackpot |
| All of the noise that niggas never see |
| Call us them boys, a nigga heavy D |
| And it already seems |
| Our street boppy as shit, and I’m already beans |
| Big whip, pop in the clip, I’m in the seven-seat |
| Bait shit, boppity bip, I get 'em proper cheap |
| Fakes wanna copy my shit and they forgot the chief |
| Man’s eating everyone’s food, I’ve got the copper teeth |
| What’s all the gossiping ting? |
| Niggas know my style, I’m a boss in this ting |
| Get your facts right, act right, don’t act like |
| Big Fekky never buss my ting |
| I get money, yeah, you know that, king |
| Flashy and fly, yeah, you know my ting |
| And these niggas wanna hate on the ting |
| Fuck 'em, they wasn’t with us in the first place |