paroles de chanson Jet Fuel - Fauva Gahd

She knew I was him
When she seen me
We like balenciaga and Buscemi
A different pedigree shout out to Ari now I'm at lennox
Shopping for Bulgari
Dinner at Eddie Vs Oder that Martini add the lychee
Listen to Gucci but she speaking Geechi I'm outta town
Prolly can't reach me
She wann teach me
What I don't know
She wanna hop
On and off of the pogo
She Get mad when I no call
No show
I crank hard
I ain't talking bout the gogo
From Trinidad
And she bad name SoSo
I Brought them sticks in the club Like a drummer
90 days in the trap
That's a summer
Bloody Gang shout out
ENok and Gunna
Claim 2 ms in my name like a hummer

I'm smacking heads
Like Congo player
That boy is a lover
He not no playa
She suck for the sauce
She gon fuck for the Flava
He the man in the streets
But he snitching on paper
In the kitchen wit dirt
I got work in my shirt
I got dope in my sock
And my shooter tote standard
He ain't missing nuffin might
30 the glock
I ain't getting melodic
On shyt like this
Dope boy get excited
I flick my wrist
FaceTime anytime
When I miss my bitch
Imma fuck up the game
Do you catch my glitch
Bitch I'm still on the metro
I'm moving that Petro
And I got them grams on me
Polo purple label
Ain't telling no fables
I still got the tags on it
Once I get it started
And I get it popping
I'm putting my man on
Play me for the bread
I turn you to toast
I'm getting my jam on

She knew I was him
When she seen me
We like balenciaga and Buscemi
A different pedigree shout out to Ari now I'm at lennox
Shopping for Bulgari
Dinner at Eddie Vs Oder that Martini add the lychee
Listen to Gucci but she speaking Geechi I'm outta town
Prolly can't reach me
She wann teach me
What I don't know
She wanna hop
On and off of the pogo
She Get mad when I no call
No show
I crank hard
I ain't talking bout the gogo
From Trinidad
And she bad name SoSo
I Brought them sticks in the club Like a drummer
90 days in the trap
That's a summer
Bloody Gang shout out
ENok and Gunna

Catch a play make a play
Like I'm Santana
Couple swipes and a flight
Like a damn scammer
Green and red on my rag
Gucci bandanna
If you ain't looking sweet
You a damn bamma
My little mama a leader
Like Fanny Hamer
Put them 30s and beams
On every hammer
Clip banana I ain't talking
Monkey business
FAUVA going ape shit
Like them Carter niggas
In a league of my own
I don't bother niggas
Had to run up a check
And go harder nigga
20 band 30 band
That's a starter figure
Mega man with the cannon
I'm sharper than Shannon
My white bitches tanning
She swiping and scamming
Swing and a Miss
Hell nah
If I aim imma hit
Trying to tell y'all
If he act like a bitch
He gon tell y'all
Seen that statement myself
Aint no swell y'all
Nigga owing my brother
He keep trying to spin him
Black ru with the sights
And it's looking like venom
Tell me when to strike
I done got me a victim
Done found me a lick
With the stick imma hit em
I heard he got straps
We gon tighten him up
Red and green with the beam
We lighting him up
Brodie don't make a scene
Be quiet as fuck
Your gon blow up the scene
Like we taking a dump
I'm in G town at Melrose
Baby 9 the size of a cell phone
I done earned every stripe
On these shell toes
My bitch open her mind
Keep her legs closed Hanh