Fitta Happier (Explicit)
Quakers, Guilty Simpson, MED"Fitta Happier (Explicit)" is a song by Quakers, Guilty Simpson, MED, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:04 long and contains 41 lines and 275 words.
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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