Текст песни Drive Me (feat. Fekky) - Fekky , J Hus
Hustler,
baby
JOAT
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
Drive
me,
drive
me
up
the
wall
Dem
boy
pretty,
J
Hus
gruesome
Dem
boy
bowcat,
I
could
never
two's
them
What's
that
smell?
I
think
I
smell
bacon
You
weren't
in
them
cabbies,
you
was
banging
on
them
pagans
My
don
grips
the
strally,
these
Glock
sticks
I
carry
I
couldn't
give
a
damn
about
no
Tom,
Dick
or
Harry
Ayesha
with
the
batty,
that's
one
chick
I'd
marry
Hit
it
from
the
back
and
tell
her
"cum
quick
for
daddy"
You
ain't
been
about
if
you
ain't
heard
of
my
niggas
I'll
never
spill
beans,
I'll
ride
a
bird
for
my
niggas
And
if
that
chick
ugly,
ugly
like
me
I'll
take
one
for
the
team
and
ride
that
bird
for
my
niggas
Looking
for
me?
I
ain't
hard
to
find
My
niggas
ride
out
just
to
pass
the
time
Now
my
new
ting
bugging
me
cause
I
forgot
to
call
Babygirl,
you
know
you
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
Drive
me,
drive
me
up
the
wall
These
niggas
know
my
pattern
Fuck
a
bandwagon,
I'll
just
bang
at
'em,
damn
cannon
Fake
friend
and
backstabber,
dough-grabber
I
bogle
with
my
strap
like
Shabba
Capital
F,
I'm
a
capital
G
I
dare
a
motherfucker
try
and
slap
it
on
me
I'm
a
bad
boy,
I'll
clap
it
in
a
batty
boy's
knee
I
walk
in
that
dance
with
that
ratchet
on
me
Niggas
phone
my
phone,
you
don't
get
no
answer
You
don't
eat,
no
rice,
no
pasta
Don't
lie,
no
jokes,
no
banter
Half
my
niggas
in
the
can
like
Fanta
Real
nigga,
yeah,
I'm
really
certified
Yeah,
only
rolling
round
with
certain
guys
What's
all
the
talk?
You
ain't
about
that
life
I've
got
that
big
MAC
for
these
small
fry
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
And
these
niggas
drive
me
up
the
wall
Drive
me,
drive
me
up
the
wall
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