Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BFK, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Baby Face Killa, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 24.09.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ESGN
Song language: English
BFK |
| East side niggas stick by it |
| West side niggas stick by it |
| North side niggas stick by it |
| South side niggas stick by it by it |
| All niggas stick by it |
| Take a nigga life gon' doubt it |
| Turked in the nigga still crowded |
| 911 is a joke don’t dial it |
| We ain’t really triple when our money stick by it |
| When they come they stole them motherfuckers get valid |
| I just wanna crib and a coupe low Mali |
| Gon' on sudo with the yellow von styles |
| So high and niggas wanna know why I ride |
| With semi automatic by my side |
| ‘Cause I got niggas coming at my head |
| But I wanted me to stop my breath |
| A motherfucker wanna stroke my goal |
| I hit him twice with the back .44 |
| The witness in this courtroom don’t show |
| And what a nigga don’t know bow glow |
| Drove hoes in the dove game end |
| On the front page magazine no lame |
| In the street don’t wind up with the nigga too gangsta |
| Probably never heard on your radio station |
| Way too dub for this motherfucker rap |
| Rap way better than your neighbourhood tramp |
| Bend way down on the upper bitch |
| Tryina fucking my bitch got my nigga smashed right out |
| Open the kitchen gotta get it stretching and wipping |
| Hope some nigga will slippin' we can hit it if you with it |
| And I shippin' the liver I ain’t took a trip in a minute |
| Now I’m in the position I can give it to my lieutenant |
| Need a motherfucker rob and a nigga for the job |
| Peace to the slam and the far trade mob |
| You know about the life in the mass in Gary, Indiana where niggas get in casket |
| How you love that |
| East side niggas stick by it |
| West side niggas stick by it |
| North side niggas stick by it |
| South side niggas stick by it by it |
| I ain’t got time for these bitches |
| Ain’t got a dime for these bitches |
| Breaking it down with 3 bitches |
| Duffle stuff with 3/16 |
| He under the pillow I sleep with my miss |
| And I’m having dreams bigger than 6 digits |
| Niggas while I rest possess the whip kicks |
| Even though you addicted hit the next shipment |
| So high and niggas wanna know why I ride |
| With semi automatic by my side |
| I need a nigga that’s for sure go for bust |
| And really I’m the only nigga I trust |
| And really I’m the only nigga that cold |
| New shoes, cadillac, o 4′s |
| Shine for the dimes in the ratholes |
| Make a pact, write a rap, crack sold |
| And my trump lead cracks in the bay |
| Chevy only carry heavy weight gon' save |
| There’s another victim of the game can you blame |
| And he stay beg in the lane nigga fail |
| And most you niggas in the rap game big blowers |
| But at the end of the day they don’t get shit for it |
| Well me and mine gotta eat so I’m beating up the street |
| In the time and I got to hit the lick force |
| Enter the garden tryin' to rob the godfather |
| And if you scared of catching the murder than why bother |
| I’m pilling off enough puss of hot water |
| Niggas blow me off and it made me grind harder |
| Peace to the east nigga peace to the cheese |
| Got this love for the judge but the hate for police |
| And a book full of sand that I read when I sleep |
| Then I wake up and I’m put them on a beat |
| How you love that |
| East side niggas stick by it |
| West side niggas stick by it |
| North side niggas stick by it |
| South side niggas stick by it by it |