Testo FOMF - Ab-Soul
Testo della canzone FOMF (Ab-Soul), tratta dall'album HERBERT
Oh my god, I swear to god, get the fuck out of my face, seriously
You ain't the homie, this ain't for you
Ain't chasing paper, this ain't for you
You know what we came to do (ayy)
You know what we came to do (man, look)
I'm in a league of my own
Y'all need to leave it alone
I'ma just eat everything
I'ma just leave you the bones
Call it an even exchange (yeah)
There ain't no need to explain (yeah)
Yeah, it should be over-stood (yeah)
Like when I hop in a plane
And I fly over your hood
Y'all should be knocking on wood
Don't make me go 'gainst the grain (grain)
I ate my Wheaties I'm good (bitch)
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Fuck out my face (fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face, you hoe
Fuck out my face (fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face (fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face, you hoe
On my momma and my pops
You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop
Fuck out my face, yeah yeah
Keep them other vibes off
On the other side, uh, side, uh
Fuck out my face, you hoe (nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga)
Face it, you're basic, I'm basically one in infinity (ayy)
Back to the basics, my friend is my enemy's enemy (facts)
Smoke like a chimney, D'USSÉ the remedy
Gave her a shot, now she be giving me top in the drop
But I'm not a Kennedy, you need to stop
This elementary, thicken the plot
Make you a memory that we forgot
How does it feel like to be food for thought?
Get it while it's hot (huh)
Fuck out my face (fuck out my face)
You a foe or a UFO? Either way, you in my space
Talking heavy on the record
Featherweights should wait in line
Godbody, you can never
Niggas stuck on demon time
Every second is divine
We gon' run this shit forever
Get it, done it, said goodbye
Do it, do it, nigga squad
Mama pressure had the presser
Pipe busts every time
You know the motherfuckin' vibe
You ain't gang, step aside, bitch
Fuck out my face (fuck out my face)
Fuck out my face, you hoe (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck out my face (yeah)
Fuck out my face (yeah)
Fuck out my face, you hoe
On my momma and my pops
You ain't squad, you the opp, nigga stop
Fuck out my face, yeah yeah
Keep them other vibes off
On the other side, uh, side, uh
Fuck out my face, you hoe (nigga, yeah, bitch-ass nigga)
Fuck out my, who are these niggas?
Fuck out my face, lame, lame-ass nigga then
Fuck out my face you hoe!
You ain't the homie, this ain't for you
Ain't chasing paper, this ain't for you
You know what we came to do
You know what we came to do
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Samuels, Mark Spears, Herbert Stevens Iv
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