Top Songs By John Fuggin Dough
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Trevon C Wilson
Songwriter
Lyrics
I'm a youngin from the boot
I ain't slacking in the booth
Get the bag what I'ma do?
Leave come back without a roof
Don't be lying in my rhymes
Bitch I'm with at least a 9
I'ma shine without trying
I'ma kill em every time
I'm a youngin from the boot
I ain't slacking in the booth
Get the bag what I'ma do?
Leave come back without a roof
Don't be lying in my rhymes
Bitch I'm with at least a 9
I'ma shine without trying
I'ma kill em every time
Gotta lotta shit I been through
Tryna work on me because I know I got some issues
Tryna grab a mic instead of gripping on a pistol
Cuz I been to the range and I know I wouldn't miss you (Pow pow)
We can't have no convo cuz I know I wouldn't getchu
Real ones dont know you so I know you ain't official
Saying that you self made, but yo niggas did it witchu
And yo wishlist of women don't match yo style, they wouldn't fit you
Now that I done wasted time checking you
FUCK whoever next to you
Later I'm not addressing you I'm not that unprofessional
Abrasive on them dollars I harass em it ain't sexual
Playing with my green a nigga gone end up a vegetable
Don't step up to me testing I have to flex my testicles
Drop you outta nowhere ima peer Fuggin Pressure you
Vibes I can catch a few
New city I catch a view
Catch yo nut then catch yo cut u take something I'm catching you (Yeah bitch)
I'm a youngin from the boot
I ain't slacking in the booth
Get the bag what I'ma do?
Leave come back without a roof
Don't be lying in my rhymes
Bitch I'm with at least a 9
I'ma shine without trying
I'ma kill em every time
I'm a youngin from the boot
I ain't slacking in the booth
Get the bag what I'ma do?
Leave come back without a roof
Don't be lying in my rhymes
Bitch I'm with at least a 9
I'ma shine without trying
I'ma kill em every time
I'm the TYPE of nigga you learn from or try to collaborate
Cuz if your girl find out what's happening she gone prolly Salivate
Don't be up in places that these other rappers habitate
Inebriated listening to jazz I'm in my happy place
I feel like the shit the fecal matter I'm the crap today
Sharper than a tac you thinking somebody done passed away
You pissed me off I see yo ol lady I'ma bag her
I'ma Mac her don't attack her have snacking on my lap today
Only so long til a boss chick get tired of you and yo floss shit
Accosted the cashier asking how much it costed
Stay within your budget start investing in yourself
Stack your bread then flip it now you gonna be balling often
Get a beat i dog it, I'ma run it, no jogging
Sauce dripping lemon pepper like the wings Rick Ross get
I'm Rain man counting figures with these bitches on some jiggas
Looked up in the mirror, Now I know that I'm that nigga
Writer(s): Trevon Wilson
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