Yeah
You all ready know what the f*ck going on
Fweago Baby
Niggas love to claim that they brought the city out
Come to my show you see titties out
Bands gone make her dance throw racks say she shiggy now
I got the sauce and its big amounts
Cup runneth over with drip bitch
Lil bittie bitch wanna sip dick
She blow me kiss watch me dip
Bitch im the backend baby
But i feel like the front end phenom
Glock 17 sing like Celine Dion
Imma do my dance on you lil bitty peons
Fweago not the hottest rapper
Cap way
F*ck a job i can get it off the rap way
So sad seen yo bitch on the back page
Said she diggin the gap
Dat way
Hol up
Wait
Summer heating up so i did to
Pull the zipper down see the big flute
Only needed one but i did two
Nigga that aint drip them just big shoes
Standing on the bands now im ten two
No i aint crip but these bills blue
And imma chase em all like the rent due
Yeah the back end straight
Camera in the back so i back in staright
Imma beat her back if her back aint straight
Yeah she gimmie good arch make her back end ache
That booty fatabatbatabat
Yeah the backend great
Momma put that wild thing o my lips
Come and show me how that back end taste
Choppa like Odell
One on one your corner gone get torched
Torch these boys for sport
Say im changing nigga well of course
Gotta stay the course
Go against the grain get turned to corpse
No this aint no porshce
But this V-12 get ghost i switch to sport
Born From Pain of course
They wanna see me slain they wish the worse
Ricky Owens shorts
Came from nothing but i made it work
Count up like a dork
Feel like New Boys she say im a jerk
I dont pop no perc
But i bet this 30 quench his thirst
Turn me up
Niggas love to claim that they brought the city out
Come to my show you see titties out
Bands gone make her dance throw racks say she shiggy now
I got the sauce and its big amounts
Cup runneth over with drip bitch
Lil bittie bitch wanna sip dick
She blow me kiss watch me dip
Bitch im the backend baby
But i feel like the front end phenom
Glock 17 sing like Celine Dion
Imma do my dance on you lil bitty peons
Fweago not the hottest rapper
Cap way
F*ck a job i can get it off the rap way
So sad seen yo bitch on the back page
Said she diggin the gap
Dat way
Yeah
Its Fweago Baby
Yall niggas already know what the f*ck going on man i aint even really gotta tell yall shit no more
Shout out to the guys
Mani Ty PT Ni Dezz CJ
All them boys man
Yall already know what the f*ck going on
Quise its really up now
I dont really have to say shit really
I let my music speak for me
Tape gone be crazy
Already
Yeah
Fweago Baby - Intro Lyrics
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Yeah
You all ready know what the f*ck going on
Fweago Baby
Niggas love to claim that they brought the city out
Come to my show you see titties out
Bands gone make her dance throw racks say she shiggy now
I got the sauce and its big amounts
Cup runneth over with drip bitch
Lil bittie bitch wanna sip dick
She blow me kiss watch me dip
Bitch im the backend baby
But i feel like the front end phenom
Glock 17 sing like Celine Dion
Imma do my dance on you lil bitty peons
Fweago not the hottest rapper
Cap way
F*ck a job i can get it off the rap way
So sad seen yo bitch on the back page
Said she diggin the gap
Dat way
Hol up
Wait
Summer heating up so i did to
Pull the zipper down see the big flute
Only needed one but i did two
Nigga that aint drip them just big shoes
Standing on the bands now im ten two
No i aint crip but these bills blue
And imma chase em all like the rent due
Yeah the back end straight
Camera in the back so i back in staright
Imma beat her back if her back aint straight
Yeah she gimmie good arch make her back end ache
That booty fatabatbatabat
Yeah the backend great
Momma put that wild thing o my lips
Come and show me how that back end taste
Choppa like Odell
One on one your corner gone get torched
Torch these boys for sport
Say im changing nigga well of course
Gotta stay the course
Go against the grain get turned to corpse
No this aint no porshce
But this V-12 get ghost i switch to sport
Born From Pain of course
They wanna see me slain they wish the worse
Ricky Owens shorts
Came from nothing but i made it work
Count up like a dork
Feel like New Boys she say im a jerk
I dont pop no perc
But i bet this 30 quench his thirst
Turn me up
Niggas love to claim that they brought the city out
Come to my show you see titties out
Bands gone make her dance throw racks say she shiggy now
I got the sauce and its big amounts
Cup runneth over with drip bitch
Lil bittie bitch wanna sip dick
She blow me kiss watch me dip
Bitch im the backend baby
But i feel like the front end phenom
Glock 17 sing like Celine Dion
Imma do my dance on you lil bitty peons
Fweago not the hottest rapper
Cap way
F*ck a job i can get it off the rap way
So sad seen yo bitch on the back page
Said she diggin the gap
Dat way
Yeah
Its Fweago Baby
Yall niggas already know what the f*ck going on man i aint even really gotta tell yall shit no more
Shout out to the guys
Mani Ty PT Ni Dezz CJ
All them boys man
Yall already know what the f*ck going on
Quise its really up now
I dont really have to say shit really
I let my music speak for me
Tape gone be crazy
Already
Yeah
You all ready know what the f*ck going on
Fweago Baby
Niggas love to claim that they brought the city out
Come to my show you see titties out
Bands gone make her dance throw racks say she shiggy now
I got the sauce and its big amounts
Cup runneth over with drip bitch
Lil bittie bitch wanna sip dick
She blow me kiss watch me dip
Bitch im the backend baby
But i feel like the front end phenom
Glock 17 sing like Celine Dion
Imma do my dance on you lil bitty peons
Fweago not the hottest rapper
Cap way
F*ck a job i can get it off the rap way
So sad seen yo bitch on the back page
Said she diggin the gap
Dat way
Hol up
Wait
Summer heating up so i did to
Pull the zipper down see the big flute
Only needed one but i did two
Nigga that aint drip them just big shoes
Standing on the bands now im ten two
No i aint crip but these bills blue
And imma chase em all like the rent due
Yeah the back end straight
Camera in the back so i back in staright
Imma beat her back if her back aint straight
Yeah she gimmie good arch make her back end ache
That booty fatabatbatabat
Yeah the backend great
Momma put that wild thing o my lips
Come and show me how that back end taste
Choppa like Odell
One on one your corner gone get torched
Torch these boys for sport
Say im changing nigga well of course
Gotta stay the course
Go against the grain get turned to corpse
No this aint no porshce
But this V-12 get ghost i switch to sport
Born From Pain of course
They wanna see me slain they wish the worse
Ricky Owens shorts
Came from nothing but i made it work
Count up like a dork
Feel like New Boys she say im a jerk
I dont pop no perc
But i bet this 30 quench his thirst
Turn me up
Niggas love to claim that they brought the city out
Come to my show you see titties out
Bands gone make her dance throw racks say she shiggy now
I got the sauce and its big amounts
Cup runneth over with drip bitch
Lil bittie bitch wanna sip dick
She blow me kiss watch me dip
Bitch im the backend baby
But i feel like the front end phenom
Glock 17 sing like Celine Dion
Imma do my dance on you lil bitty peons
Fweago not the hottest rapper
Cap way
F*ck a job i can get it off the rap way
So sad seen yo bitch on the back page
Said she diggin the gap
Dat way
Yeah
Its Fweago Baby
Yall niggas already know what the f*ck going on man i aint even really gotta tell yall shit no more
Shout out to the guys
Mani Ty PT Ni Dezz CJ
All them boys man
Yall already know what the f*ck going on
Quise its really up now
I dont really have to say shit really
I let my music speak for me
Tape gone be crazy
Already
Yeah
Writer: Richard Knight II
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid