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Top Songs By FTE City
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dwight Brown
Songwriter
FTE City
Songwriter
Lyrics
Shit fucked up rest in peace gill and sticky
Free reke and smuggs if its bullshit tell it miss me
I was who called when you needed working fiftys
Bitches still lusting still fuck em but only quickies
Credit card scams ten bands on kroger giffys
Bugatti my release party looking like a mob boss
Should of kept my foot on the pedal then
I didnt but the money kept coming in
Drugs that i was peddaling
I kept quiet kept em guessing
Failing out the question im just counting up my blessings
Section after section bottle after bottle
Model after model if she suck it gotta swallow
Ocean drive cruising met a cuban work at mangos
Living la vida loca stash drugs in her cocho
If you dont know me nigga fall back get out my photo
I learned im at my best when im clear minded and solo
Sour diese wrapped in a game leaf crown xo
Jet lag from red eye flights they still slept tho
Houston atlanta vegas to cali did it all jack
Putting niggas on just to fall off done with all that
Alot smarter from the mega bus charter
When i was bringing pounds down when i would come see my daughter
Because of that shrimp fettuccine lobster we order
And if she need anything she know to come to her father
You know you fucking with a real one
About my money so them fucks i never give none
Remember trapping just to smoke for free and get my re up
Buying kicks and clothes impress these hoes i stay g'd up
Feeling like kobe
Ball like ginobli
Ice in my rollie
No capping i was down and out my bitch left me
My niggas faded
The hood love me so its fuck it man i aint complaining
Look at me now still winning and balling
Only difference i ignore the phone when fake friends calling
Bitches dont spoil em only good vibes and long dick
A text here and there i aint hard to get along with
I been on shit been thumbing thru a check
Was really in the streets been earned my respect
I had florida keys before i been to florida keys
Living my best life forgot what stress like
The blessed type and i aint pray to get this shit either
Got off my ass went and got it no excuses needed
My brothers keeper
My princess king
Only thing that im missing is my royal queen
I ball harder then all yall are
96th street harding ave bal harbour
You know you fucking with a real one
About my money so them fucks i never give none
Foreal son
You know you fucking with a real one
About my money so them fucks i never give none
Remember trapping just to smoke for free and get my re up
Buying kicks and clothes impress these hoes i stay g'd up
Feeling like kobe
Ball like ginobli
Ice in my rollie
No capping i was down and out my bitch left me
My niggas faded
The hood love me so its fuck it man i aint complaining
Writer(s): Fte City
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