F.B.I.歌词

I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
Mother**** the education and drug rebilitation
I'm smokin on that **** and the green is gettin tasty
Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
November the 29th,
I bust open my mommas cock
***** hole addicted to drinking, now
I'm addicted to crack rock
So mother**** you bi*ches and you snitches tryin to do me in
Police in disguises and he tries to buy
Peruvians
Knockin at my ****in door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
Creepin up out my window pane,
I smell cops
A honkey on the block, drop to my knee,
I took a shot
I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
Since he's a fed,
I took off his face for that
That **** that he tried to pull
You know he couldn't get away with this
bi*ch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
**** being indicted, don't you try it that's the ****in story
Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a ****ing tech
Rat tat to the tat tat,
I'm a take him out of his memory
For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
This is a letter from
Shoestring to the
Backstabbers gone, so
I guess you dirty cops are clean
You took a father from their family, mother**** their dreams
Is what you said, so mother****ing bi*ch ass fed
I want you dead,
I'm going to pump your ass full of lead
Let's make a deal, this **** is real, ill
I pack my steel, you let him go
Then we can let you live, you made that switch
And now it's time to kill you bi*ch
Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
Boom holes on them hoes, green **** being indited
Mother**** the
, bi*ches
I'm prepared to die up on my tip, cause
I won't slang his drug supply
Jail ain't never scared me none, **** the feds and vice cops too
Distribution of *******, is that all y'all can come with dude
bi*ches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
Cause that bi*ch you got smoke rocks
So that mean her word ain't ****
If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause
I ain't fake
Since my click don't snitch
When I get out all my connections straight
The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
bi*ch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
bi*ch we ain't no kin, **** that smilin
I ain't in that mood
Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food
bi*ch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
Send me to penetentiary, come out that bi*ch a straight up
G Never been a busta, always been a hustla
Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
So we could deal this dime out where
I stay Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way
I know Fiends around the block, soon as
I open up my rock house door
Gotta make some more,
I'm droppin weight on that digital scale
More popular than
Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
Mother****in bi*ch,
I want a key, give me that uncut raw
**** up in your jar, the best ******* these crackheads ever saw
Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
She plots, since
I wouldn't give her no rock
She sending the federal government in my spot
Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so
I can fight it
Free again to sell ****, bi*ch **** being indited

F.B.I.LRC歌词

[00:11.740]I'm wakin up in the mornin, with problems on my mind
[00:14.520]
[00:14.710]Mother**** the education and drug rebilitation
[00:17.420]
[00:17.630]I'm smokin on that **** and the green is gettin tasty
[00:20.890]
[00:21.090]Dead feds in my closet cause they tried to chase me
[00:24.150]
[00:24.360]November the 29th,
[00:25.700]
[00:25.910]I bust open my mommas cock
[00:27.560]
[00:27.720]***** hole addicted to drinking, now
[00:29.770]
[00:29.920]I'm addicted to crack rock
[00:31.430]
[00:31.640]So mother**** you bi*ches and you snitches tryin to do me in
[00:34.640]
[00:34.850]Police in disguises and he tries to buy
[00:37.150]
[00:37.350]Peruvians
[00:38.060]
[00:38.250]Knockin at my ****in door, duckin and dodgin on that floor
[00:41.010]
[00:41.210]That thinkin got you noid, got me reachin for my forty-four
[00:44.020]
[00:44.180]Creepin up out my window pane,
[00:45.830]
[00:45.980]I smell cops
[00:47.090]
[00:47.300]A honkey on the block, drop to my knee,
[00:49.510]
[00:49.660]I took a shot
[00:50.670]
[00:50.810]I seen him drop, one time this ain't the place for that
[00:53.820]
[00:54.020]Since he's a fed,
[00:55.090]
[00:55.270]I took off his face for that
[00:57.040]
[00:57.180]That **** that he tried to pull
[00:58.740]
[00:58.900]You know he couldn't get away with this
[01:00.450]
[01:00.600]bi*ch I'm a time bomb time, so don't you play with this
[01:03.370]
[01:03.570]**** being indicted, don't you try it that's the ****in story
[01:06.570]
[01:06.770]Cops roll to the cemetary, all snitches to my laboratory
[01:09.850]
[01:10.000]I'm fittin to stir it, rock it up, so where's my silver spoon
[01:12.950]
[01:13.150]I put my yea out on the block, and all you hear is boom
[01:15.910]
[01:16.170]This is my set, so you can jet, or get that sweater wet
[01:19.070]
[01:19.220]A fed is bloody, he's been wounded by a ****ing tech
[01:22.500]
[01:22.700]Rat tat to the tat tat,
[01:23.990]
[01:24.190]I'm a take him out of his memory
[01:26.150]
[01:26.300]For ridin my nuts and tryin to stick me with delivery
[01:29.350]
[01:29.570]Loose lips, sink ships, boy this is do or die
[01:32.620]
[01:32.820]This is a letter from
[01:34.380]
[01:34.580]Shoestring to the
[01:35.780]
[01:35.940] Backstabbers gone, so
[01:37.030]
[01:37.190]I guess you dirty cops are clean
[01:38.910]
[01:39.110]You took a father from their family, mother**** their dreams
[01:42.160]
[01:42.370]Is what you said, so mother****ing bi*ch ass fed
[01:45.330]
[01:45.480]I want you dead,
[01:46.230]
[01:46.380]I'm going to pump your ass full of lead
[01:48.490]
[01:48.650]Let's make a deal, this **** is real, ill
[01:51.300]
[01:51.500]I pack my steel, you let him go
[01:53.510]
[01:53.710]Then we can let you live, you made that switch
[01:56.160]
[01:56.370]And now it's time to kill you bi*ch
[01:58.020]
[01:58.170]Give you an overdose of bullets, and put you in a ditch
[02:01.180]
[02:01.400]Drug dealers and fed killers, lets get united
[02:04.700]
[02:04.850]Boom holes on them hoes, green **** being indited
[02:31.240]
[02:33.700]Mother**** the
[02:34.510]
[02:34.650], bi*ches
[02:35.460]
[02:35.660]I'm prepared to die up on my tip, cause
[02:37.870]
[02:38.070]I won't slang his drug supply
[02:39.830]
[02:40.030]Jail ain't never scared me none, **** the feds and vice cops too
[02:42.940]
[02:43.090]Distribution of *******, is that all y'all can come with dude
[02:45.140]
[02:45.400]bi*ches betta think fast, find yourself a better snitch
[02:49.210]
[02:49.410]Cause that bi*ch you got smoke rocks
[02:51.070]
[02:51.270]So that mean her word ain't ****
[02:52.480]
[02:52.680]If I get some prison time, give me mine, cause
[02:55.040]
[02:55.180]I ain't fake
[02:55.740]
[02:55.930]Since my click don't snitch
[02:57.540]
[02:57.740]When I get out all my connections straight
[02:58.850]
[02:59.000]The journal keeps my name in lights, entrapment to the third degree
[03:02.050]
[03:02.250]Before my trial can come, the newspaper want to sentence me
[03:04.960]
[03:05.110]bi*ch Bootlegs prepared to go, you'll never get this chance again
[03:08.060]
[03:08.230]Gotta baby by my auntie, they want your nephew in the pen
[03:11.380]
[03:11.630]bi*ch we ain't no kin, **** that smilin
[03:13.690]
[03:13.880]I ain't in that mood
[03:14.790]
[03:14.990]Bring in the indictment papers, eatin all of my grandmother's food
[03:17.850]
[03:18.010]bi*ch you know that's rude, attitude is to the third degree
[03:21.170]
[03:21.370]Send me to penetentiary, come out that bi*ch a straight up
[03:24.180]
[03:24.370]G Never been a busta, always been a hustla
[03:27.040]
[03:27.220]Sellin yea, came up bustin caps
[03:29.410]So we could deal this dime out where
[03:30.710]
[03:30.840]
[03:31.360]I stay Out to make my pay, and sellin yea the only way
[03:33.570]
[03:33.830]I know Fiends around the block, soon as
[03:35.680]
[03:35.890]I open up my rock house door
[03:37.380]
[03:37.580]Gotta make some more,
[03:38.680]
[03:38.870]I'm droppin weight on that digital scale
[03:40.480]
[03:40.680]More popular than
[03:42.240]
[03:42.480]Taco Bell, taco shells, we're making sells
[03:44.240]
[03:44.430]Mother****in bi*ch,
[03:44.980]
[03:45.130]I want a key, give me that uncut raw
[03:46.940]
[03:47.130]**** up in your jar, the best ******* these crackheads ever saw
[03:50.140]
[03:50.340]Your momma's eyes are big again, everytime she smokes
[03:52.820]
[03:52.980]She plots, since
[03:53.630]
[03:53.780]I wouldn't give her no rock
[03:55.040]
[03:55.230]She sending the federal government in my spot
[03:56.440]
[03:56.630]Conspiracy and distribution, drop some grip so
[03:58.500]
[03:58.700]I can fight it
[03:59.880]
[04:00.090]Free again to sell ****, bi*ch **** being indited
  • 歌词名:F.B.I.
  • 歌手名:Dayton Family
  • 更新时间:2024-01-20
  • 作词人:
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F.B.I.歌词,F.B.I.LRC歌词

歌曲名:F.B.I.  歌手:Dayton Family  所属专辑:《F.B.I.》

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歌曲ID:3800431  分类:歌曲  语言:  大小:4.69 MB  时长:05:08秒  比特率:129K  评分:0.0分

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