paroles de chanson fed up - Broke Boi J

Fed up, y'all do the most
I got my bread up, where is your toast
If you run up, you a ghost
Call my gunner
He keep the pole
There ain't no stripper
But he left one on the floor
I'mma run these bands up
I'mma do it on my own
I get bands while talking
And you working, at the store
She know I'm the man
I'm in my glo, huh oh, huh oh

Put him on a stretcher
She looking for my mayo
It's a mustard that she ketchup
Run from smoke, two, three to his nose
We gon' catch him
Take my brothers from me
No, no, no, I won't let you
He gon' be upset when he get setup
Hit him with the tech, I feel like a ref huh
Leave him in the ground
Yeah, his family got a setting up
Hit him with the drum
Leave him (flat)
He got wings, now he resting up

Huh, huh, huh, huh
Yeah, oh
Yeah, huh
Go