| What up Beans? |
| What up Neef? |
| What up Young Chris?
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| Them paper soldiers make a nigga sick
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| You feel me? |
| I get on you niggas' nerves, call me cigarette
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| I been a threat, Bin Laddin been hiding in my projects
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| You kill me, come back to life and end your’s
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| My spot 10 tours
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| Even when I’m not working,
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| the legs of a porno star
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| They are, 15 with unlimited
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| I make that thing go bling like a register
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| I used to slang it to the feends, now I slang it to your ears
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| When I on a Soundwave beat
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| And I’m the, say Philly Free
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| Cause ain’t a damb thing free
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| dome shot
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| stand bye
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| Probably get the
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| Chasing the rubber bands, grip in my right palm
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| Burner in my other hand
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| We bang, fasho
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| We pop, fasho
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| We get money, fasho
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| Fasho fasho, fasho fasho
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| Reason why north Philly
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| I go Mac Milly silly, with the silliest watch
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| Do not try to reach, I blow and I cock
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| Then I squeez
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| These niggas can’t see me, I’m an east coast G
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| Give them west coast love,
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| Cause I been I’m a muslem and a rider
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| These phoney motherfuckers still wishing
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| But they never stay quiet with Jay Rock
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| I got from Philly to the A
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| Try to stop it, and I hit you with a gage shot
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| AK shot, this is war then
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| putting Philly and Cali on the map then
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| niggas linked up
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| Now it’s cool to put your w’s and east coast up
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| dome shot
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| stand bye
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| Probably get the
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| Chasing the rubber bands, grip in my right palm
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| Burner in my other hand
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| We bang, fasho
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| We pop, fasho
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| We get money, fasho
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| Fasho fasho, fasho fasho
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| I want money like Scrooge
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| Hoppin out the whip, new chain new shoes
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| Hottest in the Bay, nigga turn on the news
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| Murder in the west, what the fuck I gotta prove?
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| Unsigned spitter, got 'em watching like
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| One wrong move, then I light that fuse
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| Need no introduction, when I’m up in your booth
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| I get more placks than it’s plack on your tooth
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| I’m a beast with the flow when I release
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| The 44 police, mom yelling please
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| You speaking sl
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| He can get it no hesitation
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| Scar your face, presentation
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| Doctor with the flow, this is operation
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| dome shot
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| stand bye
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| Probably get the
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| Chasing the rubber bands, grip in my right palm
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| Burner in my other hand
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| We bang, fasho
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| We pop, fasho
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| We get money, fasho
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| Fasho fasho, fasho fasho |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fasho , by - Jay Rock. Song from the album Month of Madness, Vol. 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп