Ffa - Jahhlu: Şarkı Sözleri, Müzik Videoları ve Konserler

Ffa

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Ffa adlı parça albümünün bir parçası olarak jahhlu in partnership with Equity Distribution tarafından 15 Temmuz 2021 tarihinde yayınlandıFfa - Single

Şarkı Bilgileri

AlbümFfa - Single

Çıkış Tarihi15 Temmuz 2021

Firmajahhlu in partnership with Equity Distribution

Melodiklik

Akustiklik

Valence

Dans Edilebilirlik

Enerji

BPM98

GENEL BAKIŞ

ŞARKI SÖZLERI

Krediler

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Jahhlu

Performer

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jaheim Hughes

Composer

Şarkı sözleri

W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one

B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum

I-i-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some

Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun

I don't care if you die-ie-ie

I got a chop’ by my si-i-ide

Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie

I-I-I just walked up in the room, with a Glocky in the front

K-keep an AK-47 like a motherfuckin' Russian

T-t-turn on that JAHHLU, "Goddamn, this buss!'"

You say you pop out at the function, when I pulled up, **** wasn't there

When I see him, it's on sight, I don't care if your lil' cousin there

Got Dolce and Gabbana, lil' **** got like a dozen pair

We just killed him in the lobby with a shotty, and it wasn't fair

I-I-I-I-I don't care

Y-yeah, I'm Endi, I'm his little bro

N-N-Nerf Gun pointed at his middle toe

Sh-sh-she a thot, she a little ho

I-i-in my room watchin' XVideos (B-bro, what?)

When I pull up on the block, I got my choppa, let it spray

If you get too close to Endi, I'ma punch you in your face

I got blicky in my pocket, it's gon' take him away

Me and Scare making plays like every day

I-I-I, I don't really know why-y-y

You must wanna die-ie-ie

Bro got blicked outside, I-I-I-I

W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one

B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum

I-i-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some

Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun

I don't care if you die-ie-ie

I got a chop’ by my si-i-ide

Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie

Pack, pack, got a pack in the mail

Better repent or you're goin' to Hell

Smoke in the air, I forgot how to smell

Treat you like Monopoly, I send you to jail

Smokin' pack so I can not feel my face

Sometimes I wanna go MIA

Put a choppa to yo' ass if you wanna play

Huh-huh, hah-hah

And I punch a little boy on the way, huh-uh

And I'm never lackin', 'cause I'm quick to up that gun

If you wanna play with me, know you're done

Know you're done, done (Yeah, yeah)

C-c-choppa break him like a Kit Kat

Talk down on me, lil' boy, you better quit that

Posted up with gang, we don't got time for chit-chat

One wrong move and we gonna blow your wig back

Feel like JAH 'cause I got that .223

On me, and you know I up the choppa, let it sing

And I feel like ericdoa, move like a zombie

And you know I feel like Nimstarr, rockin' the Nikes

I'ma drop, yeah, yeah, yeah, we gotta go

We're with endi, that's just little bro

I-i-i-in the cut, we can't let 'em escape

G-g-g-got a choppa, wrap a .221 just right to yo' brain

Bleep-bloop, blop-blop, in New York, I milly rock

Pop-pop-pop, just couple shots, I-I-I think that I'm findin' blocks

I-I-I'ma watch the body drop, don't come lookin', I'm at the top

I ain't ever gonna stop, uh-uh-uh

Hold up, hold up, hold up, pull up and watch 'em run

Slip a couple punches, knock 'em out 'cause it's a 1v1

K-k-kick 'em on the baseline, punch 'em when I hear them drop

They all wanna (Oh-oh), go, come have some fun

They say that they like me, but I know they hate me

I-I, JAHHLU's here with the gun

W-w-when he pulls the trigger, everybody knows you're done

G-g-got your brain, cut out, please stop actin' dumb

A-a-a-and I'm back on this shit, I know you pissed o-o-off

Get to sparkin', get to barkin' like the big dog

Twenty three bullets finna make 'em Crip Walk

Pull up on 'em, actin' quiet, but I let this stick talk

Choppa big dog, up it, let this bitch bark-ark-ark

Don't let me catch you lackin' when it's pitch da-dar-dark

Stretch pack in this bitch, smell like big fart-art-art

We be stompin' on the block, lemme Pixar-ar-ar

I got diamonds, lil' kid, it where my wrist are

You can try to piss me off, but you won't get far

And I'm playin' with that bitch like a guitar

I put a scope on my choppa so I hit far

Beat a **** ass, I don't need a fuckin' gun

**** talkin' shit, but he can't handle one on ones

Up the fuckin' Smith, ****, you better go get you one

Touch my **** JAH, then you bet your fucking life is done

Hey, li-li-li-like, do we have a problem?

My **** can get right, if you wanna solve 'em

Shakin' shit like Harlem, rob 'em then we got 'em

Chillin' in a VC with my **** 'cause we awesome

You wanna be me, but you're a no-life

If you-if you want my money, you can get right

Smokin' on that fuckin' gas, think I'm gonna fly

My **** stay out goin' with me, I'm gonna stop for red lights

Smack that **** grandma

B-b-bitch, we got the choppa with a hammer

We got a scope with a beam, it can blam ya

If you couldn't tell, we don't give a damn, uh

Patek, Patek, Patek, got' buy at the store

You can check my catalog, no toe-to-toe

And when we uppin' automatics, bitch, we up the score

That boy endi right about XVideos (B-bro, what?)

Damn, just pop a titty, ho

Y-y-you was talkin' shit, I'm in your city, ho

T-t-take a blick and put it to yo' smitty, ho

With a, with a white bitch, she in the committee, ho

Yeah, boy, you goin' packin' without me?

Fuck a 1v1, bitch, we goin' 3v3

Ten toes on me, I got her fuckin' on me

Got a Glocky with a scope, gonna shoot you with ease

JAHHLU, bronclair, we the ultimate team

Call up **** endi, got me all my memes

Don't run, Fendi, gon' run up my jeans

Yeah, us, J with the plain white tee

If you want a feat, you gotta pay a fee

Takin' yo' bitch out on a shopping spree

This shit not really, uh, what it seems

So much ice on me, call me Mr. Freeze

Yeah, I feel like two shots, we gon' knock it and spray

Hit 'em in the head, now he can't think the same

Stop talkin' down on me, ****, we not the same

Yeah, nova in the back, he gon' show you real pain

At yo' brodie, yeah, we shootin' with the Glocks, yeah

T-t-talkin' shit, pussy ****, you get popped, yeah

AR in the back, we sprayin' down your block, yeah

He thought he God, I don't know what he thought, yeah

Feelin' untouchable, I took his jaw

See his body, got 'em straight to his mind

Thought he God, but he ain't know a lot

Spittin' flames, they talkin' they mind

Hah, yeah, hah

No, I don't give a fuck

Run around with the gang, countin' V-Bucks

Talk shit, but you really wanna be us

Hangin' out with JAH, bitch, we on the fuckin' Battle Bus

W-what's up? Hey, bitch, what you wanna do?

I'ma seal it with my Glock like Gorilla Glue

G-g-got a pistol in the back, I'ma let it shoot

A-a-aim precise, pussy boy, you know you're gone through

Hey, and you know that shit is terminal

Pu-pu-put the choppa to his head, I'm a criminal

Where'd he go? B-b-bitch, you'll never know

Bitch, you'll never know

W-w-w-why you talking? Just run my one on one

B-b-bitch, I got a Glocky, I'ma add a drum

I-i-if you want that static, I'ma pass you some

Patek, Patek, Patek, bitch, he got it and he got a gun

I don't care if you die-ie-ie

I got a chop’ by my si-i-ide

Play with me, you gon' die-ie-ie-ie

Written by: Jaheim Hughes

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