Jon Connor feat. Freddie Gibbs - F'N Right (feat. Freddie Gibbs) paroles de chanson

paroles de chanson F'N Right (feat. Freddie Gibbs) - Freddie Gibbs , Jon Connor



If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Every time I step out I ball
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Cause I ain′t got time to worry about y'all
(You fucking right)
It′s ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right)
I do it for my city, that's never gonna stop
Fly city nigga, from my head to my socks
She with a ménage and you thinking I′m not
One givin′ me head while the other one watch
Take her to the crib, it's just one of them nights
Ain′t loving your bitch but I'm loving my life
You ain′t gotta worry who the illest on the mic
Million dollar flow, I got a million dollar life
Loving how I'm living but it came at a price
Million dollar nigga got a million dollar wife
Try to push me to the edge but I never fell off
Had to get it with my niggas, now we living well off
Niggas wanted me to fail, I don′t know what to tell y'all
Haters on my dick, when will they get the hell off?
Came back, I had to get it any time I took a loss
And it ended up making me into a motherfucking boss
Stay the fuck up out my business, can I get a witness?
You're talking to a nigga in the trenches
My hustle relentless, ball on you niggas while y′all watch the game from the benches
Now I′m in the spot, own these ho's
Getting all the ones I like
She know I wanna fuck all night, man, she looking at me like nigga you
(Fucking right, fucking right)
If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Every time I step out I ball
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Cause I ain′t got time to worry about y'all
(You fucking right)
It′s ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right)
It′s ten geekers knocking at my trap door
Young Gibbs up in that whip, and working, serving flow
And these FEDs up in my face like gangsta, what you know?
Cause every time I leave the booth I'm a suspect for a murder though
Finna cop a leg, and a wing, goddamn it
Real muthafuckas in the game, understand it
I was ready for the chips with the plug and the bricks
Didn't understand a lick but my bitch spoke Spanish
I′m a motherfucking Midwest rider, Gary, Indiana, east sider
Only thing I serve is that fire, dope blunt, cut, no liar
Fucking right, fucking right, nigga wanna talk this shit then live my fucking life, fucking life
Nigga, I was in the dope spot, servin licks all fuckin′ night, fuckin' night
Young pimp nigga with a limp, puttin dick to your fucking wife, fucking wife
And she gonna hit my phone cause she said you
(Fucking right, fucking right)
If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Every time I step out I ball
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Cause I ain′t got time to worry about y'all
(You fucking right)
It′s ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right)
When they let me in the spot, bitches flocking to me
Got me feeling like I′m not
The nigga that was on [?] now I feel like I've landed on another planet
Running in circles, my circle got me on a million dollar yacht
Funny how shit change, niggas looking at me like this shit just came
Out the clear blue, niggas talking shit, I can't hear you
Yeah, I knew my vision was realistic when I didn′t have a clear view
Fuck what you say, nigga, leave your mouth, nigga, fuck what you say
Sightseeing ass nigga, get the fuck out the way
Sam Rothstein dreams, gonna wake up, a million dollars stuffed in a safe
Feel good, shit like a massage to a nigga, couldn′t believe it
It felt like a mirage to a nigga, I've evolved would you look into my eyes
Real recognize real and you look like camouflage to a nigga (Hey!)
Out the Midwest, is you niggas listening in Michigan? Yes
Indiana, Gary and it′s scary, we probably should be up in a cemetery
But we focused on this money and just trying to be the best
I told y'all this shit is just paper so we blow it every night, fuck haters
Hold it down for the city that made us
And represent for the hood that raised us
(Fucking right, fucking right)
If your bitch wanna fuck with me she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
She keep pulling all on my jeans she
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Every time I step out I ball
(Fucking right, fucking right)
Cause I ain′t got time to worry about y'all
(You fucking right)
It′s ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right, you fucking right)
It's ten bad bitches knocking at the door
(You fucking right)
They all bad bitches
(You motherfucking right)



Writer(s): Jon Connor


Jon Connor feat. Freddie Gibbs - Unconscious State
Album Unconscious State
date de sortie
02-07-2013



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