FamLay Freestyle Lyrics
| Song | FamLay Freestyle |
| Artist | Clipse |
| Album | Lord Willin' |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Hugo, Johnson, Williams | |
| (feat. FamLay) | |
| (FamLay & (Pharrell)) | |
| It ain't nothin | |
| y'all can teach me | |
| I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea | |
| See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya slee-py | |
| Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me | |
| Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke | |
| So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat | |
| This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke | |
| Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga | |
| Dark secrets, man I wont lie | |
| They came to the light a man is gon' die | |
| All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry | |
| Cause I did shit the average man just wont try | |
| Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun | |
| I'm FamLay, and when my ****ing chance come | |
| I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit | |
| See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it | |
| See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is real | |
| My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill | |
| And I dare y'all to try and diss us | |
| See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss | |
| Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground | |
| FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, nigga | |
| Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta) | |
| Now I'm in the Six, (Gangsta) wit the heat no tints, you see me boy | |
| (Pharrell) | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang |
| zuo qu : Hugo, Johnson, Williams | |
| feat. FamLay | |
| FamLay Pharrell | |
| It ain' t nothin | |
| y' all can teach me | |
| I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea | |
| See I' m from Norfolk here' s a coffin if ya sleepy | |
| Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me | |
| Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke | |
| So I' ma spit it when I finish, I' ma slit my throat | |
| This shit is like 211 mixed wit coke | |
| Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga | |
| Dark secrets, man I wont lie | |
| They came to the light a man is gon' die | |
| All hope is lost and FamLay' s gon' fry | |
| Cause I did shit the average man just wont try | |
| Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun | |
| I' m FamLay, and when my ing chance come | |
| I' m running wit it, on e' ry song I' m coming wit | |
| See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it | |
| See I' m from Huntersville, e' ry thang we done is real | |
| My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill | |
| And I dare y' all to try and diss us | |
| See you in the streets it ain' t nothing discuss | |
| Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground | |
| FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head' ll be found, nigga | |
| Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints Gangsta | |
| Now I' m in the Six, Gangsta wit the heat no tints, you see me boy | |
| Pharrell | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang |
| zuò qǔ : Hugo, Johnson, Williams | |
| feat. FamLay | |
| FamLay Pharrell | |
| It ain' t nothin | |
| y' all can teach me | |
| I been locked up more times than Sweet Pea | |
| See I' m from Norfolk here' s a coffin if ya sleepy | |
| Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me | |
| Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke | |
| So I' ma spit it when I finish, I' ma slit my throat | |
| This shit is like 211 mixed wit coke | |
| Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga | |
| Dark secrets, man I wont lie | |
| They came to the light a man is gon' die | |
| All hope is lost and FamLay' s gon' fry | |
| Cause I did shit the average man just wont try | |
| Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun | |
| I' m FamLay, and when my ing chance come | |
| I' m running wit it, on e' ry song I' m coming wit | |
| See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it | |
| See I' m from Huntersville, e' ry thang we done is real | |
| My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill | |
| And I dare y' all to try and diss us | |
| See you in the streets it ain' t nothing discuss | |
| Maaan, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground | |
| FEW WEEKS, couple bodies wit no head' ll be found, nigga | |
| Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints Gangsta | |
| Now I' m in the Six, Gangsta wit the heat no tints, you see me boy | |
| Pharrell | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang | |
| Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang |
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