Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Famlee, artist - Loski. Album song Call Me Loose, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: USE
Song language: English
Famlee |
| 300 Sparta |
| What’s the palaver? |
| Ching out your bredrin’s bloodclart |
| On lane, that’s Gaza, wounds, not plaster |
| Step with splash, can’t Maga |
| Back then with Ian and friends |
| And Bud and friends, not Gaga |
| All of my Barbie boujee, cutie |
| Gold one dressed in Prada |
| 300 Sparta |
| 300 Sparta |
| Family stepped in dodgy |
| I know that he’s got it in the bag |
| Splash and brag |
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad |
| I fell in love with the bands |
| She fell in love with man |
| In West End, buying up Gucci |
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |
| Family stepped in dodgy |
| I know that he’s got it in the bag |
| Splash and brag |
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad |
| I fell in love with the bands |
| She fell in love with man |
| In West End, buying up Gucci |
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |
| Beef still cookin', splash, not whoopin' |
| Big man, mind where you’re lookin' |
| Lurk for the opps? |
| Bro, no, you shouldn’t |
| Caught little man and he talkin' |
| Jump out whips and get dutty |
| Last time me and Mad Max |
| Lurked 'round in the area |
| We almost took down mummy |
| Should’ve wore a vest, ching out your chest |
| Unlucky |
| We splash, it’s funny |
| Tryna turn opp to duppy |
| We lurk for the score and kill, she all on man |
| She hold this mash, I know she real |
| They snap on rides, we step surprise |
| They dash in field |
| Family stepped in dodgy |
| I know that he’s got it in the bag |
| Splash and brag |
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad |
| I fell in love with the bands |
| She fell in love with man |
| In West End, buying up Gucci |
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |
| Family stepped in dodgy |
| I know that he’s got it in the bag |
| Splash and brag |
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad |
| I fell in love with the bands |
| She fell in love with man |
| In West End, buying up Gucci |
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |
| 300 Sparta |
| What’s the palaver? |
| Ching out your bredrin’s bloodclart |
| On lane, that’s Gaza, wounds, not plaster |
| Step with splash, can’t Maga |
| Back then with Ian and friends |
| And Bud and friends, not Gaga |
| All of my Barbie boujee, cutie |
| Gold one dressed in Prada |
| Wish pon me like Teddy |
| Use two hands, I’m steady |
| Them boy better be ready |
| Many, many time I see them jetty |
| I’ll do it for bro, I’ll boot |
| Cuttin' through bricks |
| You turned quick |
| Pull up on her, she cute |
| Hold on, darling, bro-bro |
| Look, I swear that’s neeky Trudes |
| Them boy crash, crash |
| Mash up their car, some suicide youts |
| No barber man but I trim |
| Rim, fassy, I’ll make you swim |
| 15 inch with the teeth |
| Shit, then fuck up your skin |
| Family stepped in dodgy |
| I know that he’s got it in the bag |
| Splash and brag |
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad |
| I fell in love with the bands |
| She fell in love with man |
| In West End, buying up Gucci |
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |
| Family stepped in dodgy |
| I know that he’s got it in the bag |
| Splash and brag |
| Do it like Sav, ching that lad |
| I fell in love with the bands |
| She fell in love with man |
| In West End, buying up Gucci |
| Dressed in BAPE, got me feelin' like the man |