Testo F.M.C - PayGotti
Testo della canzone F.M.C (PayGotti), tratta dall'album PTSD
(Ay, Ecko, turn it up)
Yeah, yeah, say, can y'all hear me though?
Ay, ay
Bitch, come and bump with me
When I'm alone, the Reaper come to keep me company
I spark the Richie Rich and kick my feet up comfortably
Then told the bitch that he gon' pop me, cuh, what's up with him?
They tryna click up on the kid 'cause they can't bust with me
His name on paperwork, I see that troll still run with him
He walked up on me with aggression, Tiny stumbled him
The fully jammed one I got on, that kinda humble me
Bitch, come and bump with me, I'm steppin' with some pride
Lil' Richie was a bitch before he died
And TJ not respected, it got hot, he switched his side
Stood over baby James and took a look inside his eyes
Kinda liked it back and forth, so when they text me, I reply
Fuck my cousin, I love your mom, but bitch, you know it's crackin'
He knew what time it was, he got the squirmin' 'fore I clapped him
Bitch, I can't be your nigga, I like chicken, so stop askin'
Couldn't find nobody out, we had to triple back to clap him
I got skits, got greedy, snatched the Carti' off his wrist
He stuck inside that chair because his daddy was a snitch
So up the switch, gon' slide that load around 'cause shit get flipped
Survived the hollow tips, so when he walk, it got a limp
You bitches busted, that fuckin' for no money, shit disgustin'
Don't even fuck with fours who spank they bro inside the function
Ain't even spark to be, but I'm the one that got it jumpin'
Bitch, you crazy, go put them panties on 'cause we ain't fuckin'
Love lil' bro, I told him keep him a poley, know how it's gettin'
Just yellow tape, they blocked it, we double back, grab the witness
If you wasn't in that car when we wiggled, then mind your business (yeah, yeah)
I'm janky, put the belt on my brother if you ain't with me (ay, ay)
Bitch, come and bump with me
When I'm alone, the Reaper come to keep me company
I spark the Richie Rich and kick my feet up comfortably
Then told the bitch that he gon' pop me, cuh, what's up with him?
They tryna click up on the kid 'cause they can't bust with me
His name on paperwork, I see that troll still run with him
He walked up on me with aggression, Tiny stumbled him
The fully jammed one I got on, that kinda humble me
Bitch, come and bump with me, I said, ay, bitch, come and bump with me
Nigga, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Stood over baby James and took a look inside his eyes
Kinda liked it back and forth, so when they text me, I reply
Fuck my cousin
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Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Deandre Wheelwright
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