Fes Taylor lyrics : "Don't Say It"
Don't say a mutha$#&@ing word, I'm just getting paper, playing with words
And how I get paid off of verbs
I play the curb with birds, pitching curves
No his or her birds, to me, he should of blurred
Beef with Fes? You got a lotta nerves
Before Master P, I was bout it bout it first
I kneel down to the church, if God could forgive
Then I could find a better way to live
Then I still split a ^!$$% head, right to the white meat
And wolves love beef, look at it like we might eat
And that was from the H.F. L.P.
Feeling like a brick mover, resorting to sell weed
Bread just came with the flight, we already picking fights
With the ^!$$% try to popping with night
Might grab the car door or just stop at the light
If it's personal, we can get it poppin' on sight, ^!$$%
Get money if you bout yours
Go ahead, eat this while you got a mouth full
Why my name always in your mouth for?
Haters all praying on my downfall, but I won't fall
All my life paid, still ripping spades
One clip away, same %#@!, different day
Cold wrist display, better get yours
Me I'm on the block with the rock like Chris Paul
I'm a big boy, so I see twice the hate
New coupes, $#&@ you on my license plate
In and out of state, bread a ^!$$%, got a case
Me, I don't play, I will really rock ya face
When a shell blow, bet a ^!$$% tell though
Got to stay on point like ya elbow
I'm like hello, let it slide, hell no
Close range shots, turn his face into Jell-O
Damn, what happen to the g-code?
You know the g-code, how all his g's fold
Round here, we don't play that %#@!
$#&@ aroud, we spray that (*##$
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