Ol' girl speaking, down on me, no telling
If you heard a true, story, who the villain?
I play the role, too well though, I guess
No new friends, I be keeping to, myself
Can't drag my feet, I gotta run with steppers
They come back 'cause they learn it don't get better
Why talk diamonds or gas? Mines hit better
Won't go back and forth, I ain't Federer
I ain't Federer
All you niggas federal
CIA, et cetera
I know hella soldiers that grew older now they veterans
All the work you put in for yo people, where the benefits?
Murder what she wrote, I respect the killers penmanship
It was written, you cannot avoid the lead and shit
Life is a bitch that we all smashing
If I'm fast in it, i might never last in
So I'm back in it, tryna get some backend
Hold them titties up, baby bring 'em racks in
All this cake on my lap, it's a slow grind
How you hang me out to dry but rock my clothes line?Huh?
I'm too busy running up a bag again
I don't have the energy for arguing
Would you rather cry inside a cullinan?
With double R umbrellas for the rain?
Ol' girl speaking, down on me, no telling
If you heard a true, story, who the villain?
I play the role, too well though, I guess
No new friends, I be keeping to, myself
Can't drag my feet, I gotta run with steppers
They come back 'cause they learn it don't get better
Why talk diamonds or gas? Mines hit better
Won't go back and forth, I ain't Federer
FEYZAL - Federer Lyrics
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Ol' girl speaking, down on me, no telling
If you heard a true, story, who the villain?
I play the role, too well though, I guess
No new friends, I be keeping to, myself
Can't drag my feet, I gotta run with steppers
They come back 'cause they learn it don't get better
Why talk diamonds or gas? Mines hit better
Won't go back and forth, I ain't Federer
I ain't Federer
All you niggas federal
CIA, et cetera
I know hella soldiers that grew older now they veterans
All the work you put in for yo people, where the benefits?
Murder what she wrote, I respect the killers penmanship
It was written, you cannot avoid the lead and shit
Life is a bitch that we all smashing
If I'm fast in it, i might never last in
So I'm back in it, tryna get some backend
Hold them titties up, baby bring 'em racks in
All this cake on my lap, it's a slow grind
How you hang me out to dry but rock my clothes line?Huh?
I'm too busy running up a bag again
I don't have the energy for arguing
Would you rather cry inside a cullinan?
With double R umbrellas for the rain?
Ol' girl speaking, down on me, no telling
If you heard a true, story, who the villain?
I play the role, too well though, I guess
No new friends, I be keeping to, myself
Can't drag my feet, I gotta run with steppers
They come back 'cause they learn it don't get better
Why talk diamonds or gas? Mines hit better
Won't go back and forth, I ain't Federer
If you heard a true, story, who the villain?
I play the role, too well though, I guess
No new friends, I be keeping to, myself
Can't drag my feet, I gotta run with steppers
They come back 'cause they learn it don't get better
Why talk diamonds or gas? Mines hit better
Won't go back and forth, I ain't Federer
I ain't Federer
All you niggas federal
CIA, et cetera
I know hella soldiers that grew older now they veterans
All the work you put in for yo people, where the benefits?
Murder what she wrote, I respect the killers penmanship
It was written, you cannot avoid the lead and shit
Life is a bitch that we all smashing
If I'm fast in it, i might never last in
So I'm back in it, tryna get some backend
Hold them titties up, baby bring 'em racks in
All this cake on my lap, it's a slow grind
How you hang me out to dry but rock my clothes line?Huh?
I'm too busy running up a bag again
I don't have the energy for arguing
Would you rather cry inside a cullinan?
With double R umbrellas for the rain?
Ol' girl speaking, down on me, no telling
If you heard a true, story, who the villain?
I play the role, too well though, I guess
No new friends, I be keeping to, myself
Can't drag my feet, I gotta run with steppers
They come back 'cause they learn it don't get better
Why talk diamonds or gas? Mines hit better
Won't go back and forth, I ain't Federer
Writer: Feysal Salad
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