| Femto
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
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| I got niggas on the red team bitch they wild out
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| I got hoes on the black team wild out
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| Let Keyomi scratch me like bow wow
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| And my whole verse freestyle like wild style
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| I’ll go wild in that Vette like yeah
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| I’ll go wild in that bitch like yeah
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| I’ll go wild in that Porsche like yeah
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| I’ll go wild in that Benz like yeah
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| From my first word made her squirt
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| Hurt, jerk, twirl, twerk
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| Questions later shoot first
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| make her curse curse
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| Aunt Jemima, Syrup Syrup
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| Day walker got thirst thirst
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| Night walker, Kurt Kurt
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| 7/11, Slurp Slurp
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| Im burning the C-notes, put lean in the grino
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| She tug at my Calvins, so she call me Nino (Rich Gang!)
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| A-B-C-D-E-F stick to the G-code
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| And it’s A-E-I-O you know you owe me, hoe
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| Not wrapping my coins, said she not no dime piece
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| So I’m a big dawg, so she stroke on my ego
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| Forty-Seven meters down learn how to deep throat
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| Dick gon' spit, like smack give you D hoe
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| Feel like Kells before the charge
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| shoot me, they call me sarge
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| In your city touchdown like Favre
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| I’m with a yellow bitch like Marge (OJ, OJ. OJ, OJ)
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| No Simpson, no Simpson (YUH)
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| No Simpson, no Simpson (YUH, YUH)
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| No government
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| No government
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| No government
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| No government
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| Just left the trap, I went straight to
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| I am an Alien, where is my mothership
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| Planned parenthood, bitch you know who your zaddy is
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| I can see behind, she mad I’m a analyst
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| And I got ones that Spanish, that native, indigenous
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| Gave me that don, don, don, don, Omarion
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| Lining them up with the drum, Nick Cannon bitch
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| I got niggas on the red team bitch they wild out
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| I got hoes on the black team wild out
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| Got a Key on, me scratch me like bow wow
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| And my whole verse freestyle like wild style
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| I’ll go wild in that Vette like yeah
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| I’ll go wild in that bitch like yeah
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| I’ll go wild in that Porsche like yeah
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| I’ll go wild in that Benz like yeah
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| Nigga you’s a Broward County coward (YUH, YUH, RAWR RAAAAWR)
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| Lil nigga you’s a Broward County coward (YUH YUH YUH)
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| Can’t get my co-sign you never mattered (Bitch, uh, bitch)
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| And i’m top dawg, bitch i’m HiiPower (FEMTO!)
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| White hoe she sniffing powder
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| Clean powder, clean powder
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| Power, i’m high powered, high powered
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| I get ghosts, high powered, high powered
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| Let’s make a toast if you real Broward, Real Broward, Bitch (yuh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Broward Coward , by - Robb Bank$. Song from the album Road to Falconia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп