Home Page »  B »  B!gt!m Young Dopeness
   

Fly Boy Lyrics


B!gt!m Young Dopeness Fly Boy


tha game needs change so ima du it like obama wud, bombin beats up do it up like osama wud
be reppin hoods rippin turf up in every town
im so fly that my feet is liftin off thah ground
listen here, thah kid is so nasty wit it
hustle here, aint fraid tuh throw a stack up in it
cus see we bak up in it
we makin dough tuh spend it
and if yu wannah go
we will get right up in it
we aint thah type tuh start a war like this and never finish
yah life is like yah celly fam, go keep trak ah yah minutes
cus man u in our buisness, toss u like dirty syringes
we known tuh be fly, duck when we drive by

listen up maine, people, listen with yah life
i slice up a trak like disectin with a knife
i try to ignore all thah pain and suffering from music killing artists
taking beats and ssuffocating, man im being honest
see me im beat boxing like muhammid
im on it, a big long hit of that strong shit
everyone love em nobody flyer nobody menah
im spittin nuches and droppin bombs like over heroshima
this thah way we gon treat em, meet him and greet him
ima god to thah game, bow down, not narsistic
but ima keep it realistic, steamy hot, burn yah like a barrel , of a shooting pistol leave yah terrible kom at me man im darin you

yuh hear it here main, i say that we aint lyin
pour it up its pre heated, fools el be fryin
yah goons el be dyin straight sprayed in thah face
my bars capable of erasin a whole race
and watch this
put it to thah test its bettah than this otha shit that u kall thah best
its almost done, but i have just begun
go home nad lock yah doors
make sure them thing is shut
trust thah feelin in yah gut
listenin to me is a must
im here tuh make yah minds bust
and im thah best wit it trust
yul never find another like me
reportin in now im out big t

Most Read B!gt!m Young Dopeness Lyrics
» Dope
» Fallen


Browse: