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Steve Zidan. Remy got the fucking sauce, boy. Yeah. Ayy, Ayy, ayy. I just put this lil' bad bitch in timeout. I'll press a button, send them killers to your Hideout. I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around And find out. Catch a nigga lackin' with his Bitch, tryna dine out. Yeah, my shirt wrinkled, but I still brought that Iron out. Beefin' with the kid, I guarantee you Gettin' slimed out. Seventeen, makin' plays, Yeah, at the high house. Runnin' through these hoes Like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah. Bro nem got drugs, choppers singin' like The Beatles. I'm all about my green like a Philadelphia Eagle. Caught this nigga lackin', he was sweatin' Like a preacher. This bitch call me sexy, just Don't know that I'm the reaper. I'm married to my money, but sip codeine by The liter. It's Cudo La Familia, ask about it, I'm the leader. These niggas act like divas, I Just stay up in my lane. I made my first two hundred racks and went To Junkanoo. My watch cost a lot, even though That motherfucker plain. These niggas talk a lot and they still won't Do a thing. I just left the lot, yeah, In a brand new thing. I can't stop hustlin', Baby, this a money train. Don't go against the grain, that's playin' with your Life. They call me Mr. Glock, introduce your ass To Christ. They say you can't afford it if You can't buy it twice. So I went and Bought a double lock. Ayy, you know I be Poppin' my shit. Ayy, you know I ain't worried 'bout no bitch. You know I'm too busy gettin' Rich. You know I still keep that blick. I just put this lil' bad bitch in timeout. I'll press a button, send them killers to your Hideout. I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around And find out. Catch a nigga lackin' with his Bitch, tryna dine out. Yeah, my shirt wrinkled, but I still brought that Iron out. Beefin' with the kid, I guarantee you Gettin' slimed out. Seventeen, makin' plays, Yeah, at the high house. Runnin' through these hoes like I play for Cleveland Browns, yeah. Runnin' through these hoes like I'm Playin' for the Bengals. The bitch look like an Angel, but at night turn to a demon. My hood bitch got a tree, he look just Like William Regal. My lil' bro pull his stunt, Shootin' shit like Steve. Stick out, yeah, I'll smoke a nigga like a Cigar. Shoot first, can't let a nigga get one Off on me, yeah, and I put that on Me, yeah. Put a nigga on a plate and Eat lunch with me. I just put this lil' Bad bitch in timeout. I'll press a button, send them killers to your Hideout. I ain't just rappin', you gon' fuck around And find out. Catch a nigga lackin' with his Bitch, tryna dine out. Find out. Grizz out. Yeah.
Key Glock — Fuck Around & Find Out
«Fuck Around & Find Out» — Key Glock. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 2:30. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
