paroles de chanson Forces 2 - 2000Baby

Naw we ain't doing none of that humming shit this time

They doing pat downs at the club
But they ababyin't checking none the hoes
So I told tuck this gun

They doing pat downs at the door
We tryna hide it in

But they don't check the bitches
So come here you know what time it is

I told you I can't gig
I got a gun
But see the diamonds dance

These niggas really screaming free a snitch
Bro fry them pigs

Damn I love the sound up on this beat
What that's the violin

Nigga try to run up
He get kilt
Bet he won't try again

Ion give a fuck bout who around
These nigga buying friends

These hoes ain't never down like how they claim
I gotta buy a bitch

She like I ain't even really like that
But she kinda is

Know she wanna fuck
Cause she keep staring when she bite her lip

I said fuck it let her drive the boat
And ima ride the whip

I told her that I'll never tell a lie
But shit I kinda did

Brodie said he waiting for a reason
To go Slide again

Fuck around go do it by his self
And then go slide again

Bold nigga
When it come to bitches
I might try her friends

Hoe niggas
I can't hang around em
They is not my mans

This nigga went out bad again
I'm not surprised

How he the realest in his squad
He keep embarrassing the guys

Man I really think they scared
I see the fear In niggas eyes

Like Everything you niggas stand for
Is a motha fuckin lie

These niggas think they KG
They sipping green and popping 5s

My lil nigga off a 5 of wokiana
Finna die

Gettin high as hell
He on another level
Finna fly

Takin niggas bitches
They all in they feelings
Finna cry

BMF
We blowing money fast
But gotta spend it right

Pussy good
I might bring her over
Let her spend the night

Slip the condom off
Go back in
Might have a kid tonight

I got her walkin funny out the crib
I know I hit it right

I put on some forces
Before I walk up out a bitches life

You the type of nigga
On the gram all under bitches likes

Damn it been some months
Since niggas sipped up on a dirty sprite

And I ain't writing shit up on a paper
All my lyrics typed

Quick to fix a motha fuckin' problem
He got tool wit em

Take that motha fucka everywhere
He go to School wit it

Knew that you was never hard body
Why you fool niggas

If I ain't hit the nigga first shot
I bet Smoove hit em

How is niggas in yo gang
On black and white
But you cool wit it

The niggas that y'all said it's stuck with
Y'all callin truce wit em

Only taking pictures with them pistols
You dont shoot wit em

Bitch i keep it on me everywhere
I'm in the booth wit it

Fuck that brudda brudda shit
Don't care bout who did it

Ion know how other motha fuckas do it
I can't hang wit new niggas

I be to the neck
Like why he always gotta have a group wit him

He in a car wit the roof missing
Fuck it leave his roof missing

They can't fw me
It come to rappin
Nigga ima foo wit it

Piece fire
Why you only gettin gas and food wit it

Pussy so wet
I bet a rack she got a pool in her

And I can bet another 10
That you just wouldn't know what to do wit her

They was talkin down before the rap
I know they hate me now

Since I been going up
It seem like everyone been tryna take me down

Feds can come and get me right now
Swear I won't Make a sound

But Ion wanna crease the forces
So I hope the feds don't try to chase me down