Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song FDP, artist - Shordie Shordie. Album song >Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 02.04.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Warner
Song language: English
FDP |
| 'Cause I still ride wit it |
| Roll it up, get high wit it |
| On the stand, you lie wit it |
| .40 on me, outside wit it |
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets |
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef |
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me |
| Out the window like, fuck the police |
| 'Cause I still got love for a b |
| She don’t ever got love for me back |
| Always got a treat, never trick |
| Like no ears in the hat |
| Used to bend that thing over, like no bones in her back |
| B.M. |
| give that thing up, give good head, pull her track |
| Middle finger up, fuck them people |
| Never had a gun that was legal |
| You talkin' tough, but see you run to your people |
| You leaving it in the hands of your people |
| They claiming they don’t really understand |
| Throw that pistol on your hand |
| Yeah, you say a lot, but you ain’t really at the nigga |
| Take your word and off your mans |
| 'Cause I still ride wit it |
| Roll it up, get high wit it |
| On the stand, you lie wit it |
| .40 on me, outside wit it |
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets |
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef |
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me |
| Out the window like, fuck the police |
| 'Cause I still ride wit it |
| Roll it up, get high wit it |
| On the stand, you lie wit it |
| .40 on me, outside wit it |
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets |
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef |
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me |
| Out the window like, fuck the police |
| I still have a thing for Savannah |
| She knew what we doing, the planner |
| You talk to me but I don’t look at the camera |
| You talk to her but she don’t ever got manners |
| She tell me she do what she like the most |
| I think what she like’s to boast (?) |
| See me everywhere but when you turn around I’m disappearing on you kinda like a |
| ghost |
| And I think all these bitches is trifling |
| Free my cousin, bidding with lifers |
| Fuck em, ?, hoping he come home, last time I seen him when they was in diapers |
| Doing the dash, if I crash, tell my son that I told him it’s crazy, |
| I did it for fun |
| Police behind me, but I’m on probation, if I get violated, I’ll go on the run |
| 'Causes I still ride wit it |
| Roll it up, get high wit it |
| On the stand, you lie wit it |
| .40 on me, outside wit it |
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets |
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef |
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me |
| Out the window like, fuck the police |
| 'Cause I still ride wit it |
| Roll it up, get high wit it |
| On the stand, you lie wit it |
| .40 on me, outside wit it |
| 'Cause I still got love for the streets |
| Cop a gun and glove for the beef |
| You be fuckin', ain’t fuckin' on me |
| Out the window like, fuck the police |
| 'Cause I still |