Ftf – Terry Tesla: teksty utworów, teledyski i koncerty

Ftf

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Utwór Ftf został wydany 24 czerwca 2022 przez Life's Great jako część albumu Auto Tesla 2

Szczegóły utworu

AlbumAuto Tesla 2

Data wydania24 czerwca 2022

WytwórniaLife's Great

Melodyjność

Akustyczność

Valence

Taneczność

Energia

BPM61

PRZEGLĄD

TEKST UTWORU

Kredyty

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Terry Bernard Galloway

Terry Bernard Galloway

Songwriter

Tekst Utworu

(Wheezy outta here) Yeah

Young Wunna, Young Wunna, Young Wunna

Stack through winter and ball through the summer

Stack through winter and ball through the summer

I spit game but these **** don't listen

Win the game 'cause I'm humble and gifted

Shit ain't change, my mind still on a milli'

I got fame off of come ups and gimmicks

Never hated, I prayed and I waited

Never traded, I'm slimy and shady

This a Maybach G-Wagon Mercedes

All that cappin', just save it for Daisy

Hug my mama and told her, "We made it"

You could ball 'til you ballin' with granny

I got totes of Celine out a GRAMMY

I ain't takin' none else just for granted

This shit get low, I know I won't panic

Fought the devil and still out here standin'

I'm a rebel, get mine by demandin'

Stack it tall, no ribbon

We got X, call 'em Skittles

Split your legs, you too simple

Sippin' Wock', sippin' red

Gettin' head, in a rental

Bust his head like a pimple (Yeah)

Shoot him dead (Dead), leave him dead (Dead)

Fuck the feds (Fed), fuck a fed (Won't tell)

Fuck all that cap, ****, save it for Charlie (Fuck all that)

Oh, that's your bitch? Tell me why she keep callin' (She call)

Know this shit ain't an issue, them problems, we solve it (We solve)

Oh, that's your mans? Tell the boys to keep walkin' (Keep walk)

Punch him right in his mouth, all the boys to keep talkin'

'Member days I was walkin' out here with no 'partment

Shake the P in a cup, had the boy in a darky

How your life **** been feelin' inflated? (Inflated)

Big headed bitch, I could simply deflate it (Deflate it)

Save me the wrists, you're walkin' in pavement

Don't play with that check, that check wasn't playful

I know I'm a pro on the ball with the melee

But I'm in LA like Kobe with Lakers

Probably grab a ton, how could the bitch really space

Say they tell 'em, can't drive 'round this bitch like it's space (Spacey)

Stack it tall, no ribbon

We got X, call 'em Skittles

Split your legs, you too simple

Sippin' Wock', sippin' red

Gettin' head in a rental

Bust his head like a pimple (Yeah)

Shoot him dead (Dead), leave him dead (Dead)

Fuck the feds (Fed), fuck a fed

Go

New Maybach 650, it's bigger (Go)

She gon' let me put it in her (Bring it here)

I always get head 'fore I hit her (Go)

She askin' how much I pay for my watch (What you pay?)

Baby, how many bracelets you got?

I put the cum on the face, she a thot (On the face)

Uber Eats, I ain't takin' her out

It be here in twenty

Meet him downstairs and leave, I ain't hungry

I pull up on **** like, "Brr-vroom"

Pull up on ****, throw deuces up (See ya)

We pulled it too heavy, a D'USSÉ cup

I drop a hunnid blue hunnids, they shoot you up (Wh-roo)

That's a ten

Watch my seats, I count up in the Benz

Let the table out

Stack it tall, no ribbon

We got X, call 'em Skittles

Split your legs, you too simple

Sippin' Wock', sippin' red

Gettin' head in a rental

Bust his head like a pimple (Yeah)

Shoot him dead (Dead), leave him dead (Dead)

Fuck the feds (Fed), fuck a fed

Written by: Terry Bernard Galloway

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