Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Cant Kill Hyphy, artist - Mistah F.A.B.. Date of issue: 03.10.2017
Song language: English
Cant Kill Hyphy |
| This one for the king of the super duper |
| Keak get well, we gon' shit like a pooper scooper |
| I’m ridin' for you, brodie, like a super Uber |
| Super Soaker on deck, we got stupid shooters |
| Far as hyphy go, I ain’t gon' let it die |
| Couldn’ta left it in the hands of a better guy |
| Fetty Wap on the game, lookin' with my better eye |
| Tech grind, Chevron gas, unleaded, ah |
| Turned back up like a nigga never turned down |
| Hyphy like when a hood nigga get turned down (Fuck you, bitch) |
| From a bad bitch, fuck a bitch, I get the bag quick |
| Still cheezy-weezy, broke niggas on that mad shit |
| Bitch said she over me, then why the hell you textin' then? |
| Brodie actin' like a bitch, too much estrogen |
| «Fabby Davis, oh my god, you’re back, yo, we love you!» |
| We on that hyphy shit again, uhhh, fuck you |
| Yadadamean, fo' sho, yadadamean, fo' sheezy |
| This that '06 slap, you beezy |
| In the building and I’m feelin' like yee! |
| Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak |
| Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy |
| Hey, I don’t think they know, they some nerds |
| Shaboobalaboopy, that’s my word |
| Did on my first win what niggas don’t do until their third |
| Hyphy ain’t dead, them niggas just scared |
| Hands on the clock gettin' turned back |
| Year 2006, where the herb at? |
| The Bay fell off? |
| Nigga what? |
| I heard that |
| Been gettin' lit, tell the world we want our word back (litty) |
| Niggas switch cliques, ride dick just to get on |
| Serve out of town ways, this The Town, don’t forget home |
| I’m so Oakland like Cindy on Soul Beat |
| Gingerbread House, Carijama, and LG |
| Now tell 'em don’t stop, keep goin', keep goin' |
| Off champagne and cookies, I’m blowin', I’m blowin' |
| Hold it down for the Bay reppin' Oakland |
| Still super-duper hyphy, you know it |
| Yadadamean, fo' sho, yadadamean, fo' sheezy |
| This that '06 slap, you beezy |
| In the building and I’m feelin' like yee! |
| Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak |
| Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy |
| '06, this was big, no Bed-Stuy |
| Boy, I’m on your neck, to the neck, like a necktie |
| Just left my nigga Keak, crackin' jokes by his bedside |
| He said «Fabby, burn them niggas down like Left Eye» |
| So I’m back in the building like I forgot somethin' |
| Put your hands up like I’m 'bout to pop somethin' |
| Niggas ain’t hyphy, they really need to stop frontin' |
| They really ain’t shooters, 'cause niggas ain’t dropped nothin' |
| Put a pill in your life, change your attitude |
| I kept the door open, nigga, where’s the gratitude? |
| Man, what is it? |
| Why you mad at dude? |
| Boy, I’m just doin' what I had to do (What you do?) |
| Bay on my back like Bubbles on Mike Jack |
| Hyphy comin' back, a couple suckas ain’t gonna like that |
| I’m Han Solo, you know I had to strike back |
| Rest in peace to The Mac and The Jack, Keak be right back |
| Yadadamean, fo' sho, yadadamean, fo' sheezy |
| This that '06 slap, you beezy |
| In the building and I’m feelin' like yee! |
| Can’t kill hyphy like Keak Da Sneak |
| Still (Keep it super duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| Still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| I’m still (Super, duper, duper, duper, can’t kill hyphy) |
| Super-duper-duper-duper-duper-duper hyphy |
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