Paroles de la chanson Feed The Fam par T-Shyne

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Paroles de la chanson Feed The Fam par T-Shyne

I just wanna grind till I shine with my dawgs (With my dawgs)
Runnin' out of time, I'm tryna find how to love (Yeah)
I just met this girl, she got my mind in a rush (Rush)
Tryna keep it private, doin' lines in the club
When my brother died, you know we had to let out doves (Doves)
Look up to the sky, he gon' protect me from above (Above)
I remember growing up sitting on a bus (Yeah)
It was hard to fit in, just like O.J. hand in the glove

Now I'm starring out and I got fans (Fans)

I can't see myself goin' against the fam (Nah)
I can never see myself telling on my mans (I can't)
Countin' up this money, I got these bands inside my hand
And I got some hoes that's on my dick, they in a trans (Indeed)
In the drapes I'm rockin', you know that shit from Japan (Japan)
And I got this girl with me, she from the Motherland (Yeah)
I know niggas catchin' bodies like the other Sam (Bodies)
I came a long way, I'm happy (I'm happy)
There was plenty niggas that really tried to back stab me (Bitch)
Who would've thought the skinny nigga with dreads that was nappy? (Who?)

Would really get a chance at life to feed his whole family, uh-huh (Uh-huh)

How can you hate on anybody tryin' feed they fam? (How?)
I was really on the block doin' them hand-to-hands (Hand-to-hands)
I've been thinking about vacation in the south of France (France)
Only told one girl I need another chance (Another chance)
If you look inside my whip you'll see some contrabands (Some contrabands)
Nigga my brothers still wear Vans, strapped inside our pants (Yeah)
Keep it real, I'm doin' my best to be a better man (A better man)
Shawty take a Xan, then she go to Netherlands (Shh)

Used to go to Brookville, used to take them dollar vans (Dollar vans)
YSL New York, my break, I'm out for summer jams (Slatt)
I just met this girl, she know I'm no lover man (Lie, lie)
Try to talk about her exes, I'm not one of them (One of them)
If you talk about countin' the money, I get thrills (Thrills)
In Malibu, I had the house up on the hill (I did)
All these niggas talking like they crazy, pull up on 'em, made 'em do the dash just like Stacy (Like Stacy)
I can name one or ten bitches that wanna have my baby (Facts)
I can name a hunnid niggas that try to play me (Facts)

I could have a lot of hoes that try to slain me (You did)
Yeah, can I fuck her? Probably, maybe

I just wanna grind till I shine with my dawgs (With my dawgs)
Runnin' out of time, I'm tryna find how to love (Yeah)
I just met this girl, she got my mind in a rush (Rush)
Tryna keep it private, doin' lines in the club
When my brother died, you know we had to let out doves (Doves)
Look up to the sky, he gon' protect me from above (Above)
I remember growing up sitting on a bus (Yeah)
It was hard to fit in, just like O.J. hand in the glove

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