Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Floetry, artist - Fred The Godson. Date of issue: 10.03.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Floetry |
| Dj Tiny T |
| When I was at that motherfucking block party |
| That bitch met with a fat, uh |
| Talking about she was gonna give me that vag after that night |
| Oh, oh, shit! |
| Yeah! |
| We laugh, this is TBM radio |
| You’re rocking out with your boy |
| I got some boys on deck |
| And this boy, he go by the name Fred The Godson! |
| Frederico, talk to him! |
| I was awarded like Macklemore with the Mac and four |
| Born a rapper, born, cracking the back for show |
| Black Cadillac in the back with forty racks to roll, aha |
| Let’s get back, applaud for the way that the God rapped |
| It’s a gift 25th the clause in the contract (get it?) |
| This is so different, you listen, she listen |
| Knowing that this what you both been missing |
| She seen a lip on the rim |
| And now both of us kissing, tell the crew |
| I bend her, she hooked like a Kareem |
| Tell her, Lew, Alcindor, (WOW) |
| It’s getting hot in here Nelly |
| I’m in the telly, she knows that I’m balling out |
| She can’t be wifey, and it’s raining |
| So now this bitch storming out |
| It’s Frederico, swag of a gigolo |
| Fat boy’s back, black bam bam Bigalo |
| It’s no way I don’t notice me |
| You hear the floetry |
| It’s GORDO! |
| Dj Tiny T |
| Ha, ha, ha there you have it, like I said |
| TBM radio, we play nothing but the hottest shit |
| The hottest shit! |
| Yo! |
| We got a caller, caller, what’s your name? |
| Hello? |
| Caller, we live! |
| Nigga, what that? |
| Listen, Hang that shit up, Dizzy Wright |
| Talk to em, Dizzy! |
| Go ahead, baby! |
| Vegas! |
| Get on that mic! |
| This what yall you’re asking for (asking for) |
| I’m that dope that chance the rapper, used that acid for |
| These niggas is rapping, less and acting more, we after yours! |
| No fucking around, we coming for fans dawg |
| I’m the man on tour! |
| Better get your tickets, ain’t no mentions, whenever you fail to pretend to |
| Mary Jane is always on the menu, nigga bring it to the venue! |
| Don’t get me no bullshit excuse before I pop in your city |
| And turn them against you (against you)! |
| So if you love rapping, you know what rap concerts you need to attend to |
| And that’s real! |
| Got me floating off in this chill mode |
| Mix my floetry with these ill flows |
| Kicking you haters with steel toes |
| And they didn’t even know it was me |
| I usually stray away from the weirdos |
| As I’m breaking down my cigarillo |
| What do you think all this weed here for? |
| Nigga, we don’t need nothing for cheap! |
| Wait! |
| We don’t do nothing for free |
| This year I got to eat |
| Best believe you turn into a fan |
| Couple shows, couple songs, couple tours |
| Turn around and be the man, yeah! |
| I’ve seen it before you even knew it that I was a genius |
| I’m coming at niggas the meanest |
| I mean it’s not hard to be me |
| You know that your weed is the greenest |
| I’m trying to be great |
| Dj Tiny T |
| I’m sorry! |
| We’re back! |
| TBM radio, where we smoke |
| I mean, we play nothing, but the hottest shit! |
| You got this, boy? |
| Chevy Woods from that Taylor Gang |
| I see you out there, boy |
| Keep getting your shit! |
| Listen, Chevy Woods, I’mma leave it up to you! |
| And this shit off right |
| Floetry and I’mma keep smoking this good old raw |
| Chevy! |
| Taylor made suit so playa just let the trumpets play |
| You can’t supply me the whole thing |
| Then there ain’t much to say |
| That attire your wife bought outta sax for me |
| They’re shooting three like Millers |
| Still got the mac on me |
| No need for shaking your hand if I don’t fuck with you |
| They ricochet off houses |
| You never ducked pistols |
| Four and a half to a kilo |
| I made that jump before |
| Better hit that toilet and flush it before they rush the door |
| Man this that wave word to big |
| Gotta even cut friends off if them niggas tell |
| You’re telling stories to people who never peddle shit |
| Ask them what I did in droughts man I sat on bricks |
| Hustler, they know it, ain’t gotta tell em' twice |
| Two times better than dead, yeah, I was twice as nice |
| In a city, on a block, where you could lose your life |
| My old head just gave me good advice, you understand? |
| Dj Tiny T voice |
| There you have it! |
| Floetry in motion |
| Three of the hottest up and coming |
| Fred The Godson, Dizzy Wright, Chevy Woods |
| And I’m your host with the motherfucking most |
| You know we live on this TBM radio |
| Hey, listen! |
| Hey, hey |
| Get that muthafucka on that ice, and uhm |
| Make sure the bitches on deck |
| Ha, ha, Floetry in motion |
| Fat Boy Fresh! |
| Come on! |