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Fitta Happier (Explicit)

Quakers, Guilty Simpson, MED
2012-03-272:04 分同期歌詞

「Fitta Happier (Explicit)」はQuakers, Guilty Simpson, MEDの曲です, 2012, Pop。長さは2:04, 41 lines / 275 words。

歌詞

0:12Hey yo let's go
0:24I'm a fugitive running form my past
0:26How long will freedom last
0:27I'm swinging knuckles of brass
0:29Motivated hustle for cash
0:30I'm puffing the hash
0:31Leave a rapper on the ground with his jugular slashed
0:35And laugh at him it's humorous
0:36A lot of mcs got one style me i got numerous
0:40I stand out so nobody is confusing us
0:42I'm way better cold winners beige leathers
0:45Black pistols red eyes blue jeans
0:48White widow caked up new green
0:51Travel across borders across waters
0:53Being short on my cash flow is a tall order
0:55Your style's shallow like fountains when they toss quarters
0:58Wishing the way to be the pick in the day
1:00Mother f**kers will care to hear the sh*t you would say
1:03On show day you couldn't give your tickets away
1:06Loser
1:21I step through the door
1:22Sharper than a blade form a moor
1:24Success be more like the picture before
1:27What a mess
1:28I ain't gotta brag when i double cash
1:30Come easy like a breezy with a troubled past
1:33Still by popular demand
1:35Return like a shirt when you wore it with a tag
1:38Still found in the c u t
1:40Eyes low tae bo no suv
1:43C a to the d what up talk sh*t
1:45The shoe fit equipe
1:46Get your tongue shoot string damn
1:48Stay sound as i crack jaws
1:50You lock doors
1:51We break through the boards in the drywall
1:54By far we the highlight
1:56You want an extra catch shade from the spotlight right
1:59No pressure respect just the best
2:01To headline the bill like rent from your next check
2:04M e d
Hey yo let's go
I'm a fugitive running form my past
How long will freedom last
I'm swinging knuckles of brass
Motivated hustle for cash
I'm puffing the hash
Leave a rapper on the ground with his jugular slashed
And laugh at him it's humorous
A lot of mcs got one style me i got numerous
I stand out so nobody is confusing us
I'm way better cold winners beige leathers
Black pistols red eyes blue jeans
White widow caked up new green
Travel across borders across waters
Being short on my cash flow is a tall order
Your style's shallow like fountains when they toss quarters
Wishing the way to be the pick in the day
Mother f**kers will care to hear the sh*t you would say
On show day you couldn't give your tickets away
Loser
I step through the door
Sharper than a blade form a moor
Success be more like the picture before
What a mess
I ain't gotta brag when i double cash
Come easy like a breezy with a troubled past
Still by popular demand
Return like a shirt when you wore it with a tag
Still found in the c u t
Eyes low tae bo no suv
C a to the d what up talk sh*t
The shoe fit equipe
Get your tongue shoot string damn
Stay sound as i crack jaws
You lock doors
We break through the boards in the drywall
By far we the highlight
You want an extra catch shade from the spotlight right
No pressure respect just the best
To headline the bill like rent from your next check
M e d

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