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FamLay Freestyle (Featuring FamLay)
Lyricist:Chad Hugo, Gene Elliott Thornton, Terrence L Thornton, Pharell L Williams
It ain't nothin'' y'all can teach me I been locked up more times than sweet pea See I'm from Norfolk here's a coffin if ya sleepy Turn ya children into orphans tryna sneak me Or tryna creep me, the realist shit I ever spoke So I'ma spit it when I finish, I'ma slit my throat This shit is like 2-11 mixed wit coke Leave you spinning like the tennis balls in ya spoke, nigga
Dark secrets, man I won't lie They came to the light a man is gon' die All hope is lost and FamLay's gon' fry 'Cause I did shit the average man just wont try Like what, war against an army wit a hand gun I'm FamLay and when my fucking chance come I'm running wit it, on e'ry song I'm coming wit See some you think you can take from me, then come and get it
See I'm from Huntersville, e'ry thang we done is real Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com My niggas come in here, my niggas come to kill And I dare y'all to try and diss us See you in the streets it ain't nothing discuss Man, we gon' stomp yo ass dead in the ground Few weeks, couple bodies wit no head'll be found, nigga Cut off ya wrists, and they feet no prints (Gangsta) Now I'm in the Six, wit the heat no tints, you see me boy (Gangsta)
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang In Virginia, them guns go, bang, bang Niggas, bang, bang, bitches, bang, bang
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