Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fitta Happier, artist - Quakers. Album song Quakers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.03.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Stones Throw
Song language: English
Fitta Happier |
Hey yo! |
…let's go! |
I’m a fugitive, running form my past |
How long will freedom last? |
I’m swinging knuckles of brass |
motivated, hustle for cash |
I’m puffing the hash, |
leave a rapper on the ground with his jugular slashed |
And laugh at him, it’s humorous |
A lot of MCs got one style, me I got numerous |
I stand out, so nobody is confusing us |
I’m way better, cold winners beige leathers |
Black pistols, red eyes, blue jeans |
White widow caked up, new green! |
Travel across borders across waters |
Being short on my cash flow is a tall order! |
Your style’s shallow like fountains when they toss quarters |
Wishing the way to be the pick in the day |
Mother fuckers will care to hear the shit you would say |
I step through the door |
Sharper than a blade form a Moor |
Success be more like the… |
what a mess! |
I ain’t gotta brag when I double cash! |
Come easy like a breezy with a troubled past |
Still, by popular demand |
Return like a shirt when you wore it with a tag |
Still found in the C-U-T |
Eyes low, tae bo, no SUV |
C A to the D, what up? |
talk shit |
The shoe fit, equipe |
Get your tongue shoot string damn |
Stay sound, as I crack jaws |
You lock doors! |
We break through the boards in the drywall |
By far we the highlight |
you want an extra catch shade from the spotlight, right |
No pressure, respect just the best |
To headline the bill like rent from your next check! |