Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fiya, artist - Koopsta Knicca. Album song De Inevitable, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.08.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mindz
Song language: English
Fiya |
That was then and this is now |
Gotta make a living, bitch, somehow |
That was then and this is now |
Is now, is now, is now, somehow |
That was then and this is now |
Gotta make a living, bitch, somehow |
That was then and this is now |
Is now, is now, is now, is now |
Fiya (wo-wo-wo-wo-woo-woo) |
Fiya (aw, hang on) |
Fiya (wo-wo-wo-wo-woo-woo) |
Fiya (uh-oh, hang on) |
A vet in this shit, threat in this bitch, bled in this shit |
Rip 'em real quick, miss, shit, a perfect hit |
Stiff and the cut, covered in mud, victims of slugs |
Done up by cuz, what? |
Bitch, I don’t give a fuck |
Duck or you dead, fuck 'em instead, Billy the kid |
Put 'em in red, what? |
Them folks just called the feds |
And when the shit hits the fan you know what it’s about |
This time grown folks talking, my nigga, close your mouth |
Shut the fuck up, back the fuck up |
Fiya (wo-wo-wo-wo-woo-woo) |
Fiya (aw, hang on) |
Fiya (wo-wo-wo-wo-woo-woo) |
Fiya (uh-oh, hang on) |
Breaking the law, fuck what you saw, pay or you lost |
Second to cross, wait, bitch, I’m the underboss |
Horrible smile, mystical style, niggas get wild |
Bucking 'em down, watch me as I rock the crowd |
Pounding your ass, thinking you bad like I was your dad |
Bitches get mad, snitching niggas get put in bags |
Rags to them riches, bodies in stitches, 26 killings |
Missing in ditches, sickened just like a white folk lynching |
This is enough, round them hoes up |
Niggas ain’t tough, niggas ain’t buck to tear the club up |
Punk ass, hoe ass, suck ass, broke ass, sissy ass, weak ass, bitch ass |
I’m sick and tired of fucking with your ass |
Fiya (wo-wo-wo-wo-woo-woo) |
Fiya (aw, hang on) |
Fiya (wo-wo-wo-wo-woo-woo) |
Fiya (uh-oh, hang on) |
A benzo kind of day at the stop light sounds like |
People wanna fight 'cause something don’t seem right |
Let the bass burn the souls out your sneakers |
Daddy gotta rap, do you feel me, Tinesha? |
It’s the shit man cause because |
Niggas chiefing on that bud, wild crunk in the club, what |
Tough luck, better duck, go and get your gat |
This is how we act, grab the gat, cock the hammer back |
That was then and this is now |
Gotta make a living, bitch, somehow |
That was then and this is now |
Is now, is now, is now, somehow |
That was then and this is now |
Gotta make a living, bitch, somehow |
That was then and this is now |
Is now, is now, is now, is now |