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Faustoe - FUN-GUISE Lyrics



Faustoe - FUN-GUISE Lyrics
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[ Featuring Khern$ ]

Roll it up, light that shit
Take another hit
But don't lose your grip
Steady tokin' potent
It's religious
Pop another tab
Visit dimensions
Don't ever question
What I mention
It's tested
F*cking around with the wrong ones
Leave you stressin
Look at it closely
You phony
No connection
Yeah I'm from the Eastside
But it's still The West Coast
Y'all still do the most
Worried bout the wrong shit
F*cking with the same hoes
I already boned
Comical ain't it
You can't be complaining
What you already know
This shit be the same game
Just with different lanes
Who got bigger brains
You be f*cking lames
We are not the same
So just refrain
From dragging my name
At the end of the day
I'm still coolin' like shade
There's a reason why they couldn't say it to my face
Praying on my demise
But I'm in Gods grace
Dancing with the Devil
Now you sleeping in the grave
You thought you could've dealt with it
But you ain't
Passed out on your vomit
What a disgrace
I knew you couldn't handle
The Champs & IPA's
Mothaf*ckas!
Let me get it tho
Put some respect on my name
I'm the one in the game who got blunts what the f*ck
I'm the one like D Rose in Oh-Eight
But I come from the 8 with a 1 and the 8
I be hungry as f*ck even tho I just ate
I mean look at the plate
What makes you think I'm the one you can play?
Step in my face
You get met with a cloud
So the smoke is allowed when I step to the stage
Back it up tho
That's two 16's back to back do the math in the bar tho
That's 32 bars in a line with a price
And a tag on the side like a bar code
That's 5 on a ride
And I'm talking bout times
You'll be deep in the tide
I'm a star, hoe
Got 20 on the line
With 0's on the side
And my name on the line
Like a card, hoe
Fax
Time is expensive as f*ck
And mine ain't no different in fact
When I come through the door
The cash better be there intact
Make sure it comes with a tax
I'ma stop with the score
Cause most of these oppies is trash
And I ain't the one to be that
I'ma settle the score
I'ma be one with the stats
I guess I'ma bring it all back
I'ma take it on tour, bitch
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Roll it up, light that shit
Take another hit
But don't lose your grip
Steady tokin' potent
It's religious
Pop another tab
Visit dimensions
Don't ever question
What I mention
It's tested
F*cking around with the wrong ones
Leave you stressin
Look at it closely
You phony
No connection
Yeah I'm from the Eastside
But it's still The West Coast
Y'all still do the most
Worried bout the wrong shit
F*cking with the same hoes
I already boned
Comical ain't it
You can't be complaining
What you already know
This shit be the same game
Just with different lanes
Who got bigger brains
You be f*cking lames
We are not the same
So just refrain
From dragging my name
At the end of the day
I'm still coolin' like shade
There's a reason why they couldn't say it to my face
Praying on my demise
But I'm in Gods grace
Dancing with the Devil
Now you sleeping in the grave
You thought you could've dealt with it
But you ain't
Passed out on your vomit
What a disgrace
I knew you couldn't handle
The Champs & IPA's
Mothaf*ckas!
Let me get it tho
Put some respect on my name
I'm the one in the game who got blunts what the f*ck
I'm the one like D Rose in Oh-Eight
But I come from the 8 with a 1 and the 8
I be hungry as f*ck even tho I just ate
I mean look at the plate
What makes you think I'm the one you can play?
Step in my face
You get met with a cloud
So the smoke is allowed when I step to the stage
Back it up tho
That's two 16's back to back do the math in the bar tho
That's 32 bars in a line with a price
And a tag on the side like a bar code
That's 5 on a ride
And I'm talking bout times
You'll be deep in the tide
I'm a star, hoe
Got 20 on the line
With 0's on the side
And my name on the line
Like a card, hoe
Fax
Time is expensive as f*ck
And mine ain't no different in fact
When I come through the door
The cash better be there intact
Make sure it comes with a tax
I'ma stop with the score
Cause most of these oppies is trash
And I ain't the one to be that
I'ma settle the score
I'ma be one with the stats
I guess I'ma bring it all back
I'ma take it on tour, bitch
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Writer: Fausto Casillas Jr., Angel Valero
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Faustoe
Featuring: Khern$
Language: English
Length: 2:28
Written by: Fausto Casillas Jr., Angel Valero

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