Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fbg, artist - Suspect. Album song Loading, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 18.02.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: OTB
Song language: English
Fbg |
| Designer, all my attire! |
| You broke boys over there looking retired |
| Look at them trainers, looking all tired |
| Someone pass me a lighter |
| I’m high, but i’m about to get higher! |
| Suspectin', ballin |
| Don’t step on my toes |
| Said watch out, don’t touch me |
| You gon' wrinkle my silk |
| We ballers, this the Street League |
| Clink a bottle, make a toast |
| They talking, they some talkers |
| But the mandem keep it trill |
| Talking all of this crud! |
| Then them niggas started snitching |
| Still him em' all up, then them niggas starting quittin |
| The jakes couldn’t stop us |
| Man them niggas are some bitches! |
| Roll round with the snub |
| Must’have thought the mandem was kiddin |
| You niggas scared or nah |
| Riding voluntary in your drum |
| Talkin' ish on the net, i bet a bag you won’t come |
| My niggas so solid, i’ll have all you romeo’s done |
| Matter fact back it out, watch em' all fucking run! |
| You know your boy S pect, he 100 like a ton |
| Big 4 my muscle, nigga picture me running |
| Memba when they roll’d down the block |
| I reached for my mash, and they spun |
| Aye, I gotta shout out to my gun |
| Like thanks for protecting me |
| From all of these treacherous thieves |
| Like hollowman said, the fizzy gon' bring him to his knees |
| I heard a rumor through the grapevine |
| That a certain someone was on me |
| I had T at his neck, turn a gassed yout to a zombie |
| They wan’t money like weebs |
| But i wan’t money like saudi |
| Water in the pot just whirring |
| Got the yard smelling like sardines |
| And they know I’m shotting that Charlie |
| My young boy did the trips, he better not fuck up my money! |
| From way back, they know we been getting this money |
| Check out my bust out party |
| Got the team logo in my charm b |
| Diamonds are dancin on me |
| Life is lovely |
| Aha! |
| I remember when i used to be ugly |
| Its Webay but she call me webbie |
| Never hear i’m suckin on narni |
| Never catch a nigga on molly |
| I smoke alot of ganja like Marley |
| Wanna get the money like Clark B |
| Choppin up benz karate |
| I’m ballin outta control Bitch! |
| Ain’t been home for a whole week |
| Pop up outta nowhere give a stack like hold this! |
| And hold your lips! |
| I dont want no shit! |
| Ahaha! |
| I’m home sick! |
| Like hold this Dick! |