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Fumez The Engineer
Fumez The Engineer
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Fumez The Engineer
Fumez The Engineer
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You know a lot of people ask us "How is C Dot funded And where do your get your money from?" The simple answer? Fumez The Engineer, Plugged In You know what it is Free the guys Me and Trap caught a - in the shop on his birthday Gave him a punctured - for a present I hit two birds with one stone, my first booting weren't an ordinary kweffing Gave my young boy the strap Tell him, "Go round there, you see anyone do him all -" He got the first time and he got the second time, now he get the message Me and Trap caught a - in the shop on his birthday Gave him a punctured - for a present I hit two birds with one stone, my first booting weren't an ordinary kweffing Gave my young boy the strap Tell him, "Go round there, you see anyone do him all -" (you better get 'em) He got the first time and he got the second time, now he get the message I try not to talk too mad on tunes cah I swear these feds on my nuts They said I got guns and drugs, now I'm tryna give guns to my young bucks There was no comment Sunday morning And Sunday night my guys lingin' off thunder I get a call from my, money and a booting, I call that plunder Why these grown niggas gassed up talking 'bout betty I was 17 walking round with a 'retta I was real young living messy with a flicky I was 15 tryna pull it on a sweater Only now niggas be gassed with rotties I was - when I first got a header, neck, face, shoulder whatever You heard a loud bang, that was no exhaust I had a sh- with a front and back off sawn It was this one that had your back all torn Tell your nigga gear up we can go to war (let's war, let's war, let's war) Tell your niggas gear up we can go to war (let's war, let's war, let's war) Love the pellets in the face, yeah, I sh- me a wig One pellet in the head, you ain't shot you shit Me let you get me, I bet you wish You might have more chance me callin' you a brick Can't name one opp that I said I didn't hit But I can, try do a draw when my cuzzy jams Let it bang, but you ran (you fucking piss) I couldn't give a fuck where you're known for You come out of line and I'm comin' to chrome more I'm on the opp block I'm a loner You think I'm a joker, let me show ya I had a young boy licking off bine And my other one whipping up Yola (whipping up Yola) If you think about popping me, are you dumb? I already told ya True say they heard cleanup, nuff gunman wanna meet us (woo) Workrate off the meter, brand-new shotgun shells costs peanuts (peanuts) And we got a brand-new glizzy too, ski that head back, man was just glizzing you I'm tryna get a man with a .38 spesh in the morning not too far from - Corn ain't flying, why you lying? None of us man ain't dying But I swear just one of you dead and another one got corn in the h- Man got wet, yeah, he's blessed, he didn't get baptized, the ship got capsized He got drenched with his friends, I wouldn't wanna be them men My man's boat got turnover, whole thing everything turnover Remember when my man got run over, we had to jump out and then run over I never phone my friend to bring the gun over You know we had the skeng on deck Real life, this ain't no games (no games) Real life, this ain't no threat Fumez The Engineer
Writer(s): Tarik Hemici, Emannuel Ntumba, Vinny Blanco Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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