Southside - Fosho Fosho Lyrics

Lyrics Fosho Fosho - Southside



Yuhhh
Yeah
(Fffonzie in this mothafucka)
Tm in this mothafucka you know what i'm saying
G in this mothafucka you know what i'm saying
Ju Pack on that mothafucka yuh
Hold up
Yeah
Niggas out here capping
Quit that flexing like your certified
For off my twenty ounce I swear to god my soda die
Shawty suck a dick
Throw the mill she got a rover ride
Trap ye hit the game I made it glitch I made it override
Burgundy in my heart, like a roar like i'm road tie
She face time just to show the pussy but my phone died
Pull up at the whip
Fuck for sure
Ain't no drawing time
Fresh up out the dick call em meal
It was on time
You swear you niggas real, like for real
Ain't the wrong kind
I swear to god the row go Scott gotta go on shine
I nearly play a match swear its bombing baby on time
Then again my blunt smoke it once i'm out my mind
Paper a day keep a plate
Naw for sho fo sho
I was not trying rake
Keep a k yeah fo sho fo sho
A hundred on my wrist dont make sense yeah fo sho fo sho
Niggas flex capping he a bitch thats fo sho fo sho
Love my niggas were we solid we went off and fo sho
I put water in my AP that shit drowning me fo sho
She on molly on the blow ain't changing that fo sho
Took a oath fuck a ghost i'm a menace thats fo sho
I eat her out loud she get bust down
Ain't no bust down looks so fucking lone
Hunnid shots rock the bus ride
Suck my jeans we do beans,
Money fens, head queen, choppa run shawty hoe
You know I'm in that red meat
I just fucked my ringing watch
Blow this Dick i cuff a spot
We need a [?]
I pull up with that cash a lot
So come on with that bag you got
These Saint Laurent that came with nothing
This Kanye crip that came with that
I will not change remaining
I've been flying through [?] 21
Them crazy hoes be stalking me
I lend my coupe a lobster
Hoes call me daddy like i'm sizzle runa foster
Fuck the rap nigga bitch
I swear that shit was awesome
Paper a day keep a plate
Naw for sho fo sho
I was not trying rake
Keep a k yeah fo sho fo sho
A hundred on my wrist dont make sense yeah fo sho fo sho
Niggas flex capping he a bitch thats fo sho fo sho
Love my niggas were we solid we went off and fo sho
I put water in my AP that shit drowning me fo sho
She on molly on the blow ain't changing that fo sho
Took a oath fuck a ghost i'm a menace thats fo sho



Writer(s): Joshua Luellen, Brandon Ramseur, Fonzie


Southside - Trap Ye Season 2
Album Trap Ye Season 2
date of release
07-02-2018




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