Paroles de la chanson F.O.B. par Summrs
Chanson manquante pour "Summrs" ? Proposer les paroles
Proposer une correction des paroles de "F.O.B."
Proposer une correction des paroles de "F.O.B."
Paroles de la chanson F.O.B. par Summrs
Ain't this life so fun?
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one
I'm a villain, yeah
Fallin' out of lo-love with all these women, yeah
When shit get stressful, I'm grippin' on my lil' metal, yeah (My metal)
Bitch'll let me fuck if I ask her, yeah (If I asked her)
Standin' at the alter, I'm a pastor (Pastor)
Neglect my kids and call 'em bastards, yeah (Bastards)
Sick in the mind, sick, but I'm fine, yeah (Sick, but I'm fine)
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one
I'm a villain, yeah
Fallin' out of lo-love with all these women, yeah
When shit get stressful, I'm grippin' on my lil' metal, yeah (My metal)
Bitch'll let me fuck if I ask her, yeah (If I asked her)
Standin' at the alter, I'm a pastor (Pastor)
Neglect my kids and call 'em bastards, yeah (Bastards)
Sick in the mind, sick, but I'm fine, yeah (Sick, but I'm fine)
I'm comin' for it, I'm takin' what's mine
We don't fuck with critics
We don't talk that business, yeah
Family-oriented business
Bitch wanna have my children
Rino don't do all the gimmicks
This really how I'm livin'
Boot up, I'm throwed off the Henny
Suit up, I'm ridin' in a Bentley
Ask me how I'm feelin', I'm tryna get me these millions
Factory diamonds, my bezels crushed, niggas can't fuck with us
You don't really listen when I tell you much, that's why your ass be stuck
I don't really do all the fuss, step on 'em like a bug
We don't fuck with critics
We don't talk that business, yeah
Family-oriented business
Bitch wanna have my children
Rino don't do all the gimmicks
This really how I'm livin'
Boot up, I'm throwed off the Henny
Suit up, I'm ridin' in a Bentley
Ask me how I'm feelin', I'm tryna get me these millions
Factory diamonds, my bezels crushed, niggas can't fuck with us
You don't really listen when I tell you much, that's why your ass be stuck
I don't really do all the fuss, step on 'em like a bug
Ain't this life so fun?
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one
I'm a villain, yeah
Fallin' out of lo-love with all these women, yeah
When shit get stressful, I'm grippin' on my lil' metal, yeah (My metal)
Bitch'll let me fuck if I ask her, yeah (If I asked her)
Standin' at the alter, I'm a pastor (Pastor)
Neglect my kids and call 'em bastards, yeah (Bastards)
Sick in the mind, sick, but I'm fine, yeah (Sick, but I'm fine)
I'm comin' for it, I'm takin' what's mine
In a Rolls Royce Cullinan, swervin'
She like when I close the curtains
We sittin' behind tint, that's when she get to slurpin'
She two-faced like the devil, she remind me of a serpent
I'm grippin' on metal, you never know who gon' be lurkin'
Ain't this life so fun?
Holdin' on my gun
I want everything to shine bright like the sun
Holdin' on my gun
Bring it everywhere, my plus one
Paroles.net dispose d’un accord de licence de paroles de chansons avec la Société des Editeurs et Auteurs de Musique (SEAM)
