F It Less lyrics

F It Less lyrics

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Send "F It Less" Ringtone to your Cell Verse 1: Yo yo you can let the magnum bust Or puff bags of dust If you mad at us Watch that ass get crushed Now you screamin why did the blood have to rush There`s a buncha thugs after us Slugs blast at us Son roll this dutch master up The nigga with the live weapons Yo who got shorties runnin They comin in 5 seconds Givin back shots attack spots Fat knots I rap hop like clack glocks Disrespect this and get disconnect This spray like disinfected I paractice safe sex so my dick`s protected F hold the cap well Puffin fat l`s bonin a chicks listenin to Maxwell On a maxell my man call me on the black cell Told me he got bagged for a crack-sell `How you feelin son?` `Not that well` Niggas is bustin tecs and shit And no matter what sexe you is Behind your back niggas will sex yo` whip Make you wonder where the exit is Fuc That cuttin no slack I`m bustin fat nuts on yo` back Chorus x3: Yo, what it look like You got crack what it cook like You got a track what the hook like F is off the hook, right? We stole cars while you took bikes And on a good night I get your whole hood sniped Verse 2: You`s a halfthug Meetin ya dick in the bathtub I get mad love Do a crime woke ya backup? Roll in the set Put a hole in ya chest Open ya flesh Knowin the best No one can test I`m blowin ya vest Untill I die I be high of drugs Money bought me everything but couldn`t buy me love My niggas blast and shoot shit From here to Massachussets The cash be ruthless That`s why your ass is toothless You ain`t half as ill as the admirill You a crab for real nigga, grab your shield Rappers wanna kill me and blast me Cause my rhymes is Filthy McNasty While other niggas is silky and sassy Upset your squad I never wet you God Y`all niggas ain`t worth a $1.50 on the metrocar Fuc That I bust caps Chill on the side like hop cats Never leave home without the rough raps Paper I got to touch that You want bitches I want track Chores x2 Verse 3: Yo, I role this hoe that will set you up to take your check Them niggas that make you pet, to break your neck Her mind was the dirtiest Ever since her pops died on the 30st She was livin the life of unworthiness Her name was Karin She drove a black LeBaron And by the way, she used to sell packs of tracks with Aaron and Tyrone Doin anything to be in the live zone Like smoke five bones or rob the jewelery store for nine stones Attack your town pack a cab Smack a clown Back `em down like Jackie Brown You never had skill I`m mad ill like a overdose of Adville Kill at will Chorus x2 Noreaga `The invincible, untouchable` OC `Fuc That, abbreviated F.T.` Nas `Streets disciple, I rock beats that`s make `em trifle Send " F It Less" Ringtone to your Cell F It Less lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | F It Less lyrics @ ELyrics | F It Less lyrics @ Kovideo | Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | F It Less lyrics @ Songlyrics | F It Less lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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