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Fetty P Franklin
Fetty P Franklin
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詞曲
Fetty P Franklin
Fetty P Franklin
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Ace The Beat God
Ace The Beat God
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Nyce
Nyce
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歌詞

Mm-mm, hmm
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm
Uh, Jimmy kept a plug, 'cause Jimmy was a hustler (uh, yeah)
But Jimmy kept a pistol, 'cause Jimmy wasn't a buster (no)
See Jimmy fucked with Johnny and he treated him like a brother (brother)
But Johnny was a super-duper player hating sucker (sucker)
See back in middle school, Jimmy had the hoes (huh, yeah)
And Johnny had to wear Jimmy's hand me down clothes (oh, yeah)
See Johnny living with his granny so he kinda poor
Plus, he gotta share his room and his bed with a roach (damn!)
But Jimmy's family different, his mama went to prison (ok)
His daddy gave him game on how to whip it and how to blend it (for real?)
And Jimmy told Johnny everything his daddy mentioned
He also told him Jimmy it ain't no friends in this business (shit)
First they started selling weed then they started selling pills
Johnny went and got a car and Jimmy went and got a crib (uh)
Johnny couldn't save his money and Jimmy working with a bid (oh)
Johnny couldn't buy an eight-ball, but Johnny in the Benz (aye)
Johnny riding leather seats on some Forgiato rims (skrr)
But Jimmy don't mind looking out for his friend
So Johnny, he went to Jimmy like "Jimmy, I'm on my dick" (I'm on my dick)
He fronted Johnny a nine 'cause the plug gave him a brick
Johnny sold the dope, tricked it off and fucked it up (I fuck up)
And now he gotta tell Jimmy how he fucked it up
But he ain't never tell Jimmy how he fucked it up
He broke in Jimmy's house, took his safe and had bad luck (what the fuck?)
See, Jimmy had two bricks hidden in the kitchen (for real?)
But Johnny went for the safe and thought he had the chicken (shit!)
Wasn't nothing in the safe but a gun and a birth certificate (oh)
See when you in this dope game you can't trust a **** (damn)
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm (that's fucked up right there)
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm (that's crazy)
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm (that's crazy shit right there)
Hmm-mm-mm, hmm
Written by: Fetty P Franklin
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