| Walked in first face I seen was
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| Shawty Fresh on the track
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| Walk in wit my fam whateva
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| Worried bout just get the cake but ain’t nothin' more important than the fam
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| Yean even playin' like that
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| You may be hearin' what I’m sayin', but there’s much different understanding
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| I got to war bout my fam, I’m going to war bout my fam
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| Come through your side like I’m Cam, they can’t know it ain’t no jam
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| Fuck them niggas they ain’t fam, fuck em they ain’t wit the fam
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| Eyes closed I see a fuck nigga, I swear to you I can still see em
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| This shit don’t smell good as I am, this shit don’t smell good as I am
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| How you the only one eatin' in yo camp, runnin' round like you some kind of
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| champ
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| Type of shit get you hawked off the map, I’ma straight fool wit no sign wit no
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| care
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| I’m explorin' no Dora no map, on a bitch just no rap
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| I won’t tell you shit that get me wrapped, gotta be here for my folk no rap
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| Shit get crazy when ya friends in it, and a nigga facin' time in the
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| penitentiary
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| Young’n still in tryna shake his sentence, nobody no hoe snitchin'
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| You may be hearin' what I’m sayin', but there’s much different understanding
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| I got to war bout my fam, I’m going to war bout my fam
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| Come through your side like I’m Cam, they can’t know it ain’t no jam
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| Fuck them niggas they ain’t fam, fuck em they ain’t wit the fam
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| You may be hearin' what I’m sayin', but there’s much different understanding
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| I got to war bout my fam, I’m going to war bout my fam
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| Come through your side like I’m Cam, they can’t know it ain’t no jam
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| Fuck them niggas they ain’t fam, fuck em they ain’t wit the fam
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| The same way you treat me you gotta treat fam, yeah you gotta treat fam
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| Where’s your respect where your mufuckin' man, where is your man
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| She ride on my bike grip her waist like a handles, her waist is the handle (ooh)
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| Now she drunk and like fam, I favorite that shit on my camera
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| Nigga be so fugazi they let that fugazi shit will get em kilt (bow)
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| Niggas do anything now for attention, for these hoes (anything anything) for
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| these hoes (anything)
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| You gettin' aggressive wit any one of my niggas, then there gotta be pressure
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| You talkin' that fake rich shit, how bout I turn up for the lesser (pussy)
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| You may be hearin' what I’m sayin', but there’s much different understanding
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| I got to war bout my fam, I’m going to war bout my fam
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| Come through your side like I’m Cam, they can’t know it ain’t no jam
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| Fuck them niggas they ain’t fam, fuck em they ain’t wit the fam
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| You may be hearin' what I’m sayin', but there’s much different understanding
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| I got to war bout my fam, I’m going to war bout my fam
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| Come through your side like I’m Cam, they can’t know it ain’t no jam
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| Fuck them niggas they ain’t fam, fuck em they ain’t wit the fam |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fam , by - Trouble. Song from the album Skoob Fresh, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп